Wide Open

Poem

Jan 12

There are no cobwebs in your eaves.

Your faces are clean and

A sheen is

Attached:

To everything.

Not I. Not I.

White and pink embrace your walls and

Your paintwork sings and shines.

Your glass is clear,

Your floors

Squeal in cleanliness.

Not here. Not here.

In corners, clutter clumps.

Boxes and things and dust

Chant

and congregate noisily.

My face is not washed,

And yesterday clings:

To everything.

Yes I. Yes I.

Wear my days on the outside,

Not vacuumed away

See, us, here,

Waving from the

Boxes and the things and the dust

Yes here. Yes here.

I stand,

Peer through your window,

Through your crystal clear glass

But

I cannot see you,

And now. And now.

I do not know

I can no longer tell

Which one of us is hidden away.

Cover photo by Bernadetta Watts

01/22

Anita Wadsworth is an artist from London. She loves coffee and knitting and didn’t realise how much poetry she had tucked away in her phone.

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