i drifted naked
under chingford bridge
clapping stones
against my breast
like an Otter
opening clams upon his chest
eels furl and unfurl
around my legs
koura snapped in my wake
for insects
people yelled at my body
my naked madness
in the city
short sirens long sirens
police and ambulance
a lady with a harp
sits in the hospice lounge
i drift past without a sound
harp here my angels sing

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Published 5th November, 2024.