Allison Grayhurst




Everywhere I’m looking I meet

the eye of the wall and still I know

I have five fingers to count

and the chance of discovering any colour

other than the ones I’m seeing.

For me, it is tears without compensation

that make me break and smoke the city.

For me, on the subway, in time

hurting and heaving and pulling apart my nest

is the end before the start, before the barrier breaks

and all that remains is the choice of glory

or ultimate slumber.



Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst




First published in “Beakful” May 2017



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