Yasemin Sumner

he had a girl’s name

candied coloured couch

This place is better than any of the others. But it still starts the same.

Some of them look happy. Most look lost.

sea legs on a leaky boat

the cold’s inside too

I say I’m fine even though he can’t hear me.

At this point the only thing to do is to hope the stain will spread until we can’t even remember what the white looked like.

We gave names to everything.

My skin doesn’t seem to have any resistance at all.

I know these pavements cracks. They break my mother’s back.

a lamb who eats wolf

She looked like she might have been happy once.

I can’t sleep, but that’s no reason to waste lemons.

his tongue tickled my cheek

What’s the worst thing you ever said?

I have memories I hope are false.

I keep having fantasies.

This evacuation of the bones.

My saliva dries right up.