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atopic dermatitis just like the trees that erupt in long summers like these the bark tightening to split into a nimbus of shards disassembling the forest’s quiet joy i have found my body unwinding like ticker-tape over basins & bathroom floors the blood rising like resin to the surface of the skin tacky & sweet like a spoiled peach my knuckles slick when i wake having pulled apart my eyelid in sleep my nails at my arms like a man on fire trying to stifle the flames as if you can dig your way clear through to the other side how every morning i give over my warmth in smudged petals on the sheets i’ve left a galaxy of buckshot that you’ve learnt to blink over with dye stripping constellations that map the path back to a childhood spent wrapped in swathes of sodden gauze to stop the creases of my arms yawning open like the hungered mouths of baby birds for thirty years i have been open-mouthed at the mechanics of this body the hearts’ winged flutter & its proof spilling over my fingertips how all this time i have barely been able to keep this life within me within me
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