Issue Three:

Sean Chapman

WINTER 2020/21

Poetry

Before I begin

a little cavity opens up

it sits square in my solar plexus,

inside this bony chamber

it is so thick with anxiety

a person could swim through it

or maybe drown in it.

 

I know that I have placed

one foot in front of the other

for all the days that have existed

 

for me and yet

I freeze, looking down—startled

at these long fingered termini

at the ends of my legs

and wonder how I’ll ever reach

my destination.

Sean Chapman is a British writer living in Cornwall beside the Atlantic and amongst the blur of a Whippet and a Labrador. His poems have been published or are forthcoming in Marble Poetry, Raceme, Squawk Back, Prole, Dreich, The Pomegranate London, Fenland Poetry Journal, Feed, The Opiate and Anti-Heroin Chic.

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