Wednesday, 13 May 2020

Stage Mirror by Annabel Mahoney

My expectancy is both-sided,
one surface joy and the other

obliterate. I miss you from my
lungs to the bottom of my

socked feet. The daylight
pools on the wood, still

sticky-damp from the varnished
coat you gave it, cursing; your

hair repeatedly scrubbed behind
an ear. I breathe it in,

that little bubble of
anticipation in my chest.


Annabel Mahoney is a writer based in the UK and the EIC of the Wellington Street Review. She has authored two full-length collections, Wyf-King (Lapwing Publications, 2019) and St Crispin in the Trenches (Another New Calligraphy, 2019) and is published widely across a variety of journals.

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