because I thought he planned to put me in an asylum / because I didn't hoof his
line / because fury needs to stop / because bleats carry collective sins / because
my two-toes skewed his Persian carpets / because my hair trailed in my
mother's soup / because I was extracted from / scavenged / for loaf cake in our
kitchen cupboards / because I might have levitated / because I was unshaped /
because of piercings / in one pinna / because I wore my pelt / above the knee /
because I brought disgrace / because I was too shapely / because I walk
towards him / because I was no longer his kid daughter / because my dewclaws
were too long / because he kicked my soft flank / because fury needs a full stop
because I walk towards him
his ashes – a giant effigy pawn flanked
by rows of figures an Ash Army
because I walk towards him
in time’s slow dissolve
cinnamon cardamom
black pepper at his neck
because I lean towards him
his damp forehead
softly
caving in
Winner of The Ware Poets’ Open Competition 2026