Annabel Banks

 

 

Double Shift

now she sleeps under him
so used to armpit exhale
she double-breaths her dreams

he sleeps now without thinking
heated roving palm tectonics
burn these damp and jutted joints

killing nerves to wake up numb,
dead-handed and unable
to soothe asleep the stirring day.

 

 

Annabel Banks is working towards her practice-based poetry PhD at University College Falmouth.

 

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