Speak to Me

I’m going to stop.
I’m going to start again.
I’m going to make strategic little piles
of things like cigarettes and sugar-cubes,
and bantams’ eggs, and cubes of cattle-cake,
and range them, along your route,

until you notice them;
and then I’m going to balance
slightly larger things,
like fish, or fruit, or tulips, on my head,
whispering as I walk: Speak to me;
whispering Speak to me please.

– Selima Hill

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About handshedown

Keighley Perkins is a Cardiff-based poet whose influences include Anis Mojgani, Selima Hill and Richard Brautigan. Her work has previously been published in "Acumen", "Elbow Room", "Erbacce", "Fire", "Northwind" and "Obsessed with Pipework". She can also be found online on Twitter at @handshedown. View all posts by handshedown

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