Deborah Richardson-Webb / Groundedness

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1. P Mc :
   

   Grow:

   I’ve been swimming again.
   I stand outside,
   night time.
   Red eyes,
   chlorine,alkaline,
   hollow mouth
   and the taste of acid vinegar,
   and bits of potato and salt.
   A ritual for after swimming.
   It’s familiar,
   as much as the orange glow
   the sound of the cars,
   the strangeness of
   the cool night air
   on my wet straw hair,
   the pressure marks round my eyes,
   the urgency of wanting
   to be at home
   in front of the TV warm on the couch,
   or in my room playing.
   I haven’t dried myself properly.

   And now,
   it comes over me,
   in a way that time alone
   can’t measure.
   I am now on a step,
   a cold concrete block,
   out of the back
   close of my large
   tennemant flat,
   half naked,
   wet hair,
   at night,
   waiting for my dog to pee.
   I am 24.
   The air is cool.
   The smokey taste of whiskey is in my mouth.
   I enjoy it’s familiarity-
   like the cool night air
   and the orange glow
   of the garden security light.

   July 18th, 2011 at 5:12 pm

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