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Organization / Workplace
City of Salford
Occupation
Graduate Teaching Assistant
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"Being a boy's like sucking on a lemon And I judge myself by the adverts I see My deodorant hides the real me These things elevate me above animals"
The Storm
Miles off, a storm breaks. It ripples to our room.
You look up into the light so it catches one side
Of your face, your tight mouth, your startled eye.
You turn to me and when I call you come
Over and kneel beside me, wanting me to take
Your head between my hands as if it were
A delicate bowl that the storm might break.
You want me to get between you and the brute thunder.
But settling on your flesh my great hands stir,
Pulse on you and then, wondering how to do it, grip.
The storm rolls through me as your mouth opens.