Three short poems by Rachel Fox

Sweet Nothings

You are nothing
I am less
Let's admit it
We're a mess

Why one is childish rather than pretentious

Because quite enough other people
Already do
So well
And so regularly


Oh, all of us are weirdos
It’s odd that, but it’s true
And the more you call me ‘weirdo’
The less hope there is for you

• Rachel Fox is a regular IS&T contributor and her new collection More about the Song is sitting in my in-tray waiting to be reviewed.

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