Lydia Unsworth
Nothing we do is right but nothing we do is wrong either. We trust the leaves to perform new vines all over our spread-about carapaces. We’ve never seen the sea. Twice a year it comes in. I am under the skylight. There is sun on my limbs. Even though I have no sky of my own, there is a constant renewal of sky upon me. I will take what I am given. This is what basking is.
Lydia Unsworth’s latest collections are Some Murmur (Beir Bua Press) and Mortar (Osmosis). Work can be found in places like Ambit, Banshee, Bath Magg, Blackbox Manifold, The Interpreter’s House, Oxford Poetry, and Shearsman. Her forthcoming collection, Arthropod, will be published by Death of Workers in 2023.
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