By Penelope Gathercole
think of us here in your head before–
no! don’t think!
floating
neither in front nor behind
of your eyeballs? and already
gone, too slow.
why do they always have to go like that?
just like that.
not to think but to write.
there,
they are there.
more wiggly than expected but certain nevertheless.
an urgency, it is
a frantic urgency.
like a bird
pecking at the same piece of corn
but the force of the beak
coming down
propels the corn away and
the bird must run
after it and try again.
nothing more humiliating
than running
after a ping pong ball.
waddling,
like a small child, arms outstretched,
as it rolls and bounces
further from you.
we are all watching
and waiting.
an untimely titter,
your turn.
you’re my favourite yet.
you tit.
Featured Image – Darya Sannikova