Matt Hetherington / Poetry

Form is Contented

i want it to read:
‘don’t hurry’; be
happy you’re not
unhappy. we all
kind of collided
with something
resembling loss,
turning to stone
sometimes as if
somewhere else
lovers right now
could never be
kissing throat to
throat, or babies
be squeezed out
to play in all this.

© Matt Hetherington
Previously published in VLAK

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