I'm delighted to be sharing poetry from JW Summerisle over the coming weeks.
NIDDHOGGR UPON REACING A DEFINITION OF WHAT'S WRONG
girl. it lacks
human origin.
chaos dragons emerge from
the sea. illogically.
with no reason and no rules.
it's sensation. sheer
bodies invisibly people
behind their buttons &
my dress doesn't
have any left.
underpinned
by wind.
simply
ripe with
air. i
succulent
with compulsion
un-person my
body weight.
oppress this
perception
of my
flesh.
i would have been
an angel, alice.
all those years ago.
unspeaking by the
trees in hiding.
dapple light and shade.
on the concrete
where the paths
reach only
to the
trees.
lunch ladies
hunch the
branches.
and bite
off all their
nails.
baseline dopamine
in girl child lacking.
addiction paces
the human
quiet.
she would
live a
thousand
lives and
never
want to
talk.
curling tongues
fork the
hedgerows where the
weird children
walk.
JW Summerisle lives in the English East Midlands and often appears on TikTok @jw_summerisle . Their first poem appeared in the 2007 Foyles Young Poets pamphlet, and their first chapbook, kinfolk, came out somewhat recently with Black Sunflowers Poetry press.
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