ISSUE 21
Like a terraformed world
REWRITE - ELIZABETH GIBSON
On the bee bus – a ghazal
A solution to a theorem from an ancient world
is being crafted in the corner of this moving world.
A shih tzu is compared by a man to his ageing cat
and thus becomes the angriest mop in the world.
A shopping bag relaxing onto the floor is comforting,
the contents resettling like a terraformed world.
“Baby Shark” then English for adults then football crowds
leak out from the invisible edges of each world.
Your umbrella makes a lagoon as you ask the driver
how to escape the rain at the end of the world.
She says it is best to get off at Mosely Street, then run,
to hide from the lightning in your own office world.
Smug at the front of the yellow top deck like a child, see
through mosaic eyes this honey-soft world.
Malika asks us to go out and sense things
Banana box second-hand sale
lads complaining about lads who like vinyl
the emo hits of 2009 on loop
I pick through like a cat through grass
send Mam pictures and ask if she wants them
I have no turntable of my own
last night Dan and Phil
said they were together were always together
that could be what let me feel
want again after years on years
I am back to being a student to being a child
it is overcast and I just keep crying.