by
Megan James
our tongue, mother—
our mother tongues
have been lost
to each other
with this distance
stammering
between us like
an awkward yawn
remember:
winding telephone
cords around fingers,
counting units
in the words
of your sentences
approximating toxicity
around each
fated loop
a sort of unbreaking
DNA structure,
a sort of tongue twister
you hurt me
& the remedy
is unreachable,
always just on the tip of my—
Megan James graduated from the University of Exeter in 2018 where she studied a BA in English. She is currently undertaking a Creative Writing MA at the University of Kent’s Paris School of Arts and Culture, specialising in poetry. Her work predominately focus on issues surrounding the female medical body, drawing on both feminist and medical research and her personal experience as a sufferer of chronic illness. Her poetry has been published by Eunoia Review, Projector magazine, and The Menteur, and has been shortlisted for the Creative Ink Writing Competition.
