‘R x’ a poem by Hannah Lowe

  R x R and me take up for “time being”.  We’re a strange pair, him gawky and bright as a dewed hedgehog, I arrive everywhere in clinging primaries and haze of Amarige. All this talking talking.  His wire glasses multiply the kind sparks of his eyes, he notes my glitter polish, says he wears his burdens steelily, changes subject. I wake alone and early, … Continue reading ‘R x’ a poem by Hannah Lowe