by Claire Sosienski Smith

a bad lover pretends things have always been this bad & things will always be
this bad so you’d better get used to it but the revolt has already begun

it’s a shame it requires so many boring tasks
phone calls & late nights

I’ve always hated anyone telling me what to do
these days I blame it on my Capricorn moon

I tolerate this witchy shit out of nostalgia
for the first time Justice became a card I could hold

it was barefoot Jesus himself who said do not touch me
there’s beauty in requiring impossibility to exist

meanwhile I’ve been learning
how to see in the dark

so when they force us into the grave
we claw ourselves back out

Claire Sosienski Smith (she & they) is based in London and thinks a lot about poetry and prison abolition.

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