26 November 2008

too short, too late, too close to nowhere

is it ever possible to unfold a letter
with broken teeth?
will it matter?
nothing comes across

shame on you storyteller
crippled and thirsty
nothing comes across
i am numb

after being mugged, ditched, raped
scolded by parents, making waves
reaching out to the outskirts
will it matter?

put my teeth to paper and utter
hopeless words when i read aloud
too short, coming too late
standing close to nowhere

julia hoggard (Manchester, 1979)