The sea is so vast I feel helpless when your voice comes mangled through my cheap speakers. I press pause because I hear something pained and honest in it that our years of pixelated letters failed to transmit. It’s like you knew about the secret poem I wrote last month about wanting to drink coffee with you and forgetting your accent. My voice is present for you through my poetry. I just have your sketches which bring up gestures.
Anna Percy’s first full collection Livid Among The Ghostings was published by Flapjack Press last summer. She was included in Sweet Tongues: A Food Poetry Anthology from Commonword. She has a Creative Writing MA from The University of Manchester. She is part of Stirred Poetry Collective, a monthly feminist poetry event that runs workshops with art festivals and other organisations.
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