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Poembox by Laura Kasongo

Laura Kasongo
31st October 2022

Two words held together by

the thread of my being.

Pronounced like patchwork,

the stitched squares I can’t tick

a name that sticks

out. Sore tongue.

But it rolls with the r’s of my mother’s,

painting hills with the bumps

they make. Rhythmic song in my father’s

stretched syllables which jump

at the prick of my needle.

Difficulties arise, sewing silk and leather,

a pattern that takes a while to follow.

Say each letter, they’ll never spell it together.

Not a smooth Plath but

crafted as carefully as Wollstonecraft

Not made to fit, not made-to-measure

Obscure outfit, colourful beads and feathers

Something about your discomfort

Brings me pleasure.

AUTHOR: Laura Kasongo
Arts Sub-editor, Poet and Photographer.

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