Home #Blue Nib Issues Issue 37 | March 2019 | Fiona Sinclair- New Poetry

Fiona Sinclair- New Poetry


You claim not to dream.
But I know some nights,
during REMs anarchy,
your body jolts as if defibrillated,
your whimpers chill more than screams.
I do not wake you; in case you remember

Nature's Seconds 

If I had longer arms, I’d be a stripper.
We share the joke like a joint.
I think there might be a niche market for crip porn -
Always up for converting your handicaps into assets
you have already researched,
but are not sure if you could fake sexy,
still, an option should a br...


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