Annie Baker
Everything is everything
as you’d know if you
bothered to answer my phone calls
I do not call you for the love of calling
but that I might impart
something. Something like a stick? That
part of the tree which can no longer
speak to the other?
You take one end of the work and
I’ll take the other and we’ll shake it
down, go through its pockets,
drop the contents
in the park. Lately I’ve
been dreaming: two little girls who
sing my poems back to me
but better
Invaluable critique
in exchange for which I teach them
about sorrow and fathers and how
to tie their shoelaces like bunnies
Annie Baker is a poet and mental health worker based in Glasgow. This is her first published poem.
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