Geography Charlotte Kidd

Charlotte Kidd geography

an ash cloud lingers in my throat, it’s there. just as I finish –nothing rids me of it not a big gulp of chalky water from my chilly’s

i go for the satsumas an alternating sweet segment on a roster, taking turns do their shift in my mouth popping under the pressure of my tongue

I take an old strepsil from a lonely ramekin picking away at the skin that sunk into its jelly, uprooting it from its five-year-friends that it shared in that dark corner, antihistamine & ibuprofen its only company now uselessly sitting between gum and tooth, its sugar burning my back molar

my hungry feet lick the concrete, out of necessity get to the pebbles so they can swallow the salt as my trachea squeals for new air