Section 5(4)
Rushika Wick
Collage x Winifred Harms
this violent quill outlines the outliers
this spectral trill warbles twice off my bitten tongue
until the section of dodecahedron faces us again
with all its flying pills and ice-teeth and
shuddering I know the strings thinning into
nylon strands snap-snapping in sun
swooning truth in childhood but
all-ears are soon brutalised
and barricades mounted quicker than Italian crema
in a sex demonstration have you got the right papers
they write in shorthand some things about love
from temples in a democracy in a democracy
everyone would be a friend and
the dark sow would roll in the fallow
sew itself up precisely with blue silk surgically
a gift to the people from Orwell and portents
would be meaningless penetrating only
dead spines entwined with milk-whistles and
forget-me-nots honestly it’s safer in a bar waiting
on a drink wanting all to burn to clear it out
one big Moby Dick excretion of ambergris
one bingo-hall sigh like a flamingo-throat retch
like squirting plant food in plastic packets into
vase-water delaying floral death waste
water-wings softer than the thin nighties of my daytime cousin
hovering about lucklessness moving through
the shifting walls of unit 5 night shift
round vending machines in pale tea waterfalls
washing it all out washing hung out to dry on the taut line
femoral line access to all places but there’s
no geography left access is a false consent
like confetti philosophy
or the word nice printed how on the biscuit
why on the biscuit
like an ingestion design on autonomy
28 days in
Rushika Wick is a writer currently studying at the Poetry School, London. She has had publications in magazines including Rx, Litro, Cold Lips, Word-o-mat and Ambit. Her writing often explores the embodiment of social contracts for the purpose of protest.
Cut Up Collage x Winifred Harms
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