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WE MUST CONTINUALLY REVISE OUR ENDINGS

After Jean Rhys

26 February 2021

Charlotte Knight, Goldsmiths, University of London


I often wonder what could have been

My stomach a cold moon

steam rising from my body 

like a freshly boiled egg


Instead I lay in the snow 

England’s barren sky above me

I lay in the snow and bleed 

from a mysterious wound


When a doctor asks what happened

I tell him my sides split 

from laughter and I laugh 

at the medical impossibility


at so many impossibilities

Motherhood or that someone could make me laugh

I know things are about to get bad 

when my thoughts are in italics


I want to be held like a silver spoon

between your teeth

I want to sit beneath a palm tree

and simply not think

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