Poem by Anna Farley (UK)
Published in The Ofi Press issue 41
Poem selected by Ingrid Valencia for the Ofi Press/ YPN collaboration competition
Image: "Roots" by Mathias Ripp.
Fluorescent bulbs bloom along a ceiling in neat little rows
Bed down in hospital corners and hear those sirens sing
Tuck itching blankets around you but take care for
chapped skin. Those tubes, like hungry roots of
passion flowers, itch and swell your veins.
I watch your flowers close with sickness.
Your eyes warmed to me in the end.
Your heart beat bright on the
monitor - brighter still
against my palm.