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      [19.11.06] [Andrew Gallix]
    THREE POEMS BY JENNI FAGAN
    "A notion / wisped by / I grabbed it, / wrung / it into a skyscraper / threw myself / from the battlements / only to find / that I / can fly"

    LATE NIGHT VISITS

    Take it to the altar
    and lay it down
    sipping homemade
    cherry wine
    as your friends
    prick says, don't
    upset the witch
    she's having an
    off day.
    Inevitable then
    the screaming
    takes only
    five minutes
    to ensue
    she informs
    she has a gun
    claims my anger
    makes me sick
    her black cat
    closes wearied eyes
    the room stops
    silent, poised
    tense
    on the brink
    of no return.

    ***

    THE FALL OF THEN

    I got broke,
    it was an ugly truth.

    Bloody
    messy
    kind of perfect
    really.

    Can't believe
    this skin
    contained the wrong
    so long.

    The pain
    omnipotent

    all pervasive
    stench of soul decay
    breathe it in deep
    hyperventilate.

    sit up a tree
    disappearing

    those leaves
    must fall you know
    they're what feeds
    the soil

    it's all good
    so get grateful.

    I got broke
    took the kind
    of kick in
    that fells empires

    i am not felled

    limping, bloody
    messy
    kind of perfect
    really
    I can't believe
    this skin
    contained
    the wrong
    so long.

    ***

    THE OTHER NIGHT ONCE AGAIN

    My teeth fell out

    My heart ran
    screaming
    for the hills

    A notion
    wisped by

    I grabbed it,
    wrung
    it into a skyscraper

    threw myself
    from the battlements
    only to find
    that I
    can fly.

    ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
    Jenni Fagan, 29 years old, is from Edinburgh, Scotland. A former Traverse Theatre young writer, she has had plays read at Edinburgh Festival and Topos Allous Theatre in Athens. She has been published in Catalyst and pulp.net. She is currently collating a book of short stories and book of poetry called Urchins, Demons, Angels which will include these three poems.


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