The Ofi Press Magazine

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.

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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.