Exam By Heather Cairns

Click crack tap Carved table top Words have drowned Sunk, slunk, shrunk Sank, slink, shrank Words have gone One plus one

The Fifth Floor By Heather Cairns

I am here, grounded, five flights above every- body else and the messy broken car park The girl next to me writes the manifesto for a movement she will call Futurism. She has been up all night, my friends The boy behind me stares at the shoes of a young Charles Dickens as he bites his pen in half The light fitter just stamps LOUD on the ground and cracks his fingers two by two. Hurrah The builder fiddles with bricks like a glow worm fiddles with light I am stuck in my room: A foreign bug. A travelling salesman.

Copyright © Heather Cairns 2008

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