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the madrigal, volume iii.v
George
by gale aitken
My heart is so full I think it needs to be poured out a little
It’s overflowing Where will I put all this sweetness
It’ll rot my veins and your teeth but who needs them just
Catch me in your out-stretched palms Oh I fall in love
With every tree-tall stranger Long-coated Walking I thought I saw you
Out at sea My mother warned me not to venture out past the sandbanks lest I drown
And leaves brush the top of the bus And I reach my arms through
The glass to hold hands with the branches
And you say my name Oh softly and carefully like you’re worried
The syllables will hurt when they hit the cold-still October air
And darling lying doesn’t seem to suit you like your features think It does
Contort into strange shapes like My body in the mirror
Imagines how it would look from your perspective if you were⸺
Oh Is that weird That’s weird Isn’t it That isn’t a
Thing you ought to Think about a friend Is it
Lying awake like I am Pulse-blood in the wrong places but
The cold has busy hands She is pulling me around the
Seagulls suspended I can see the wires in the blue blue sky
I’m four floors tall and I can see the world from here
And the setting sun kisses my cheeks gentler than even you do Dear
And remember I walk on wires Dearest Please
Let me play with your hair Let me pretend for an hour
And I dreamt about you Stubborn stain on my subconscious Please
Maybe Let me lay my head down on your lap.
Gale Aitken is an English Literature student and tentative poet. Their work has been published in Icarus and TN2 Magazine. They live (and laugh and love) in Dublin