Their feelings are like a mosquito sliding
its proboscis into a freckle. Their feelings are like
light through blinds in an 80s music video.
Their feelings are like techno under aurora in Norway.
Their feelings are like swimming in sunlit sea and
seeing a shadow. Their feelings are like when they’ve
taken bath salts that turn out to be bath salts, and they
end up in A&E and their mothers have flown in from
Hamilton and are holding their hands and crying, but
all they can think about is how their lives have become a
TV hospital soap which they could have been written out of
or out of which they could have been written.
Their feelings are like a Mindful Self Compassion course
when someone asks where the hyphen goes in the title
and the convenor says ‘Anywhere’ and the person says
‘I don’t think this is what I am looking for.’
James Brown’s Selected Poems was published by VUP in 2020. He is working on a new book.