Rowen Brittany Poems

1

i think your breathings

got better in your sleep

since ive known you

 

maybe its skin to skin contact

like our membranes knew each other

before we did

and you aren’t gasping irregularly

like ghostly yearns

for something you haven’t had

and stayed in purgatory for

2

ten signs hes into you

nine ways to feel secure in your insecure man

eight ways to play hard to get

seven oral sex tips to suck his soul

six ways to dim your shine

five songs to forget about him

four ways to stop limerence

three spells to cast, period blood spaghetti recipe
and rituals you’ve become delusional enough to do

two tarot readings you will ignore because its not in your favour

one day to remember the warning signs

that

if this was stable

you’d have zero searches desperately scouring
reddit

for a sorrowful situation similar

to your own

3   “home again home again”

the creak your right foot makes

on the fourth step from the top

of your childhood home

the cupboard that doesn’t close

properly

your mam staying off work when you
was ill to watch jerry springer

and skips
and spaghetti hoops
and capsol, Lucozade cold flannels
duvets on sofas and

then

all of a sudden
you’re 30 years old and
you avoid the creak on the fourth
step from the top

(even tho you aren’t sneaking in
anymore)

and you sit in countryside silence
surrounded by

the four walls of your childhood
room

and its nice forra bit

til you remember

they remember

what you tried to forget