Saturday, 2 October 2021

Lumen by Tiffany Atkinson

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Consent


On the raido it wasn’t tyranny

she just said

all the men that have assaulted me in my life

have been nice guys

in a voice that made me think of when your finger

pushes through the cellophane and touches cool meat

FLESH you think with your flesh

I was cooking dinner like a citizen

The interviewer was like woah

I put the chicken down and walked outside

The lawn the herbs the ornamental tree

What a sharp and unexpected boredom

Have I Have I given my consent O lazy

girl if you don’tburn down suburbia

where can you go with a pretty mouth Who

will you bury in ankle-length yesses and pearls

Mum arises in the backdraft of my cigarettes

though so long into the dark herself she has

poor working syntax and is flat-out knackered

Kid she spells on the threshold Even the wind

that cannot read or bone a chicken knows its own mind

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