Do you remember the photograph
you took of us all on the stairs in the Poly?
I’ve got the first flurry of winter
pressed against our backs
and a flash of a camera
slapping me across the face.
You pushed everyone above the bar
and I performed through the night
wondering when I got so unsightly.
I can’t watch the clip of that night
for fear that I’ll see the hunchback
of Notre Dame looking back –
broken eyed like two piss holes
in the snow.
– Aaron Kent
There was no night / The night you refer to was not a night / Nor was it possible as the opposite of a day / It seems your memory has more than it needs
There was no bar / The bar you refer to was not an object made in the world / Nor is it possible to remember / As Cornwall is gone, washed out into the water
There is no video that you haven’t seen / Can’t bring yourself to watch / For if you haven’t seen it Aaron …
Cornwall never was a place / A poem recalls a place / And kills it /:
You’ve lifted feelings with your actions / Not your poems.
(When I refer to you / I refer to myself)
– S. J. Fowler