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)
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