And I want to tell you that my hands are tired and I’m sure you’re the sound of car keys in my pocket rotate my hand around my chest until your hands drop. I say I’ll rotate my hand around my chest until your hands drop your lips relax and you slip your fingers between mine again. I say middle fingers to palm. I try again. Middle fingers palm cross. I asked you once if you could sign the Bible and you kissed a cross down my face. Is it wrong to think about that? You make your right hand into a fist with your thumb sticking out. Close your eyes slow. The tea is cold, and I thought I understood silence.
Rose Day is a British poet and novelist. Currently completing a Doctorate of Philosophy in Creative Writing. Research interests include contemporary fiction, eco gothicism and poetry with visual art. Find Rose on Twitter and Instagram.
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