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Still Woman – Nick Black

Let me lay my head down for a moment, just a second’s rest. The sunlight on my face is so

heavy, my hot thoughts lead.

Go on, I’ll catch you up. 


Wood cool against my cheek. I sleep

and wake to find my body taken for granted

for food, or fuel, or pleasure. Anyway, it’s gone.


I remain, myself, a head on a bench, staring at a world askew.

Not how I’d expected the day to go, throwing open our tent flaps this morning, deep in a

valley of gold and purple swaying crocuses, your hand on my long-gone rump.