This poem is taken from Stand 228, 18(4) December 2020 - February 2021.

Lucy Dixcart Two Poems

I am feeling hysterical again.
I have dwindled to 18 inches, lungs trussed, bones bowing.
Drifting, I feel the sea monster squeeze
until my hull creaks and cracks; until my innards do-si-do.
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