Very Bad Archive
To breathe in is called inhalation or inspiration
Horseradish Hen
how is it
to wake up in the dark
unable to see anything
where am I or
what time it is
your
belly on my back
arm heavy
across my hip
content no matter which bed we’re in
safe and finished
like that city
where there’s been enough building
and people get of with
life
how is it
to pull in
your solidity
something rare,
the air pressure inside must become
lower than
the weight of the atmosphere
how is the last part
when
we forget about each other
you live your lone dream
and I live
in my careless patchwork
it seems like a moment not right
The day that I go
Horseradish Hen has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Horseradish's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Horseradish's latest works: