Them (for them) i My girl’s not mine, hers, insanely heart sharp, heart shaped face, kissy, kind through tunnel of missing teeth, deep dark hugs, wants a job colouring pictures of god, don’t play the blink- ing game with her, she laughs like a thousand frogs. ii And blue, clinging you, close very close finds his place behind my fringe, can I can I can … Continue reading Two poems by Janet Rogerson