Laura McKee




In the absence of your love here comes the science

and I am thinking about you
touching me

but I know it can never really happen
for scientific reasons

since your fingertips here
are just these whorls of atoms

iron filings in a random fling
linger as if something is meant

between us
intangible things

and this heat is called transference

we think we can feel
but we’re pushing each other away



Laura McKee started writing poetry a few years ago, by mistake.  Her poems have appeared in journals and zines including Aireings, Other Poetry, Obsessed With Pipework, Fake Poems.  In private, she enjoys twerking and drawing Captain Haddock.


This poem was first published in The Lake

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