Piggle Plus

 

Linda Kemp

 

 

 

 

it might help her to work through these issues in a safe environment by working with a male therapist

 

 

 

i

 

 

wondering how to do what i had to do

         i felt quite safe

 

forget or cease

         to use

the word

 

         to see

the change

         and lack

 

when I go back

         preconceived

early                      it was when

 

the following:

         and arrival

         m / b – add

         chitter-chatter

         rot

 

 

 

ii

 

 

together we are put by our we are put by our together

 

goodness

I haven’t got one of these

I said

I said

            this was deliberately planned

there is always                  deliberately planned

there is enough in the

through the walls

through the walls there is heart

she has shown a lot of courage

 

basic

            needs

turn, in more detail

counterbalanced to a great extent by a larger stream of more

                                                                                experiences

this is         taking up

         space

conclude: it means

 

 

 

iii

 

 

less tense                  constant                  in alone

the sand and the stone, empty everything out

pout of the can’t

         open & shut

roles overlap, seem arbitrary

        is where          come from

 

the many faces

 

 

 

 

iv

 

 

a little stick broke

 

 

 

v

 

 

the external world in                  making tentative churches

resuming the idea

indicates something passes            |         rigmarole is self-esteemed

wrapping in a blanket and thrown to the

             potter’s wheel

can        

             giggle at the

                                             drop

 

writing about it as brutal

 

 

 

vi

 

 

joining distinction between

telling and noise

         nosey! has nothing

to do with, to do with my my                                    a kind of

         through an open window with suspicion

 

who can i trust?

 

 

 

vii

 

 

All the troubles gone

with nothing left to tell

we’re touching elbows

                  a stone in a bag

with nothing

to invent the where

                  we my

                           and cross the                           cross the line into

peacocks are shaking birds, fill their heads with iridescence

 

rejecting bids

 

 

 

viii

 

 

string, and said fix

there might be (something)

fix the string

        

         urgency is a handful

         crooked houses

         crooking arms

        

         every night it’s made

         a crooked house

         in a crooked village

 

         with crooked mummies

         crooking fingers

         crooked corners

 

it would take some very strong string to take that

                                                                                 envelope

 

 

 

ix

 

 

Urgency is a sort of quietude, a choir of rag-taggle posies-oh,

         kinda juxtaposed, backed up

                  a wall against: one two, one, one two, one

                           check this

check me, speaking into the speaker, again. Check

 

budding into a highly impressionable yarn

 

 

 

x

 

 

they only die if a snake bites them

 

houses in a row place splinters inside

the splintering inside

 

a terrible stink

                           just listing

 

 

 

xi

 

 

A difficult hook whispers to the other, ‘how adenoidal is this one                                                   tonight,’ it’s difficult to make out

what’s she trying

she’s trying to what build, tracks, cities, depressed and tearful,                                                                            longing to be a boy.

What

does it take enough to outgrow the tom-tom, phase out like tasers                                                   but less lovingly. S/he runs into

the bathroom laughing at the bathroom bits,

         she                 

 

more at home in the backyard than with her

 

 

 

xii

 

 

Each little bit not audible but wrapping in a red shift around the

                                               round; not a light-bulb moment but

the heaviness of hand describing actions which never

                                                                                          never

make the links

 

another key role

abseiling

                           i put

                           i put

                           head to knee                  a letter under her pillow

 

s/he cries at nights and disengaged asks to speak

 

OR

 

i’m going to play with a red crayon if a red crayon is the only thing

                                                                                      you leave

 

 

 

xiii

 

 

not you, cow, you, dog; you, cow...

         a portion passionately apportioning                           bits

      a man         outside

awaits

                which parts did        

dustbin or mending

the yummy condescending

mending of the the

fixing hooks

taking with no talking

 

 

 

xiv

 

 

I want the sound

 

wind in the

wind in                  running

wind in                  running  with curtains wrapping around

         a cave, a winnnn

 

                           I want the sound                      the running

water the back

              the slow

let

    &

       drip

of letting

 

there’s no way to know whether a particular.  You can only tell

 

                                    know

 

 

 

xv

 

 

Optrex baths         bathe circumferences

write a paragraph describing

sauces of conflict

(the jam and spoon mix, the write rewritten)

chancy so chance

 

 

 

xvi

 

 

The dog is too empty to stand,

         standing beside the lamb,

joining up the train,

 

the jinks the jinks they leave so slow, calypso, so, so

 

sometimes i remember-o

         a vision in a living room-o

so, o-so,

         what little girl could care so s/he

 

slips in a lighter and later lights up

         lights up the living (

         ) precious        

but in its place                  a way out

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Linda Kemp is based in Sheffield, England, with recent work appearing in Blackbox Manifold, Lighthouse and a pamphlet, ‘Immunological’ published by enjoy your homes press. 

 

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