Daniel Sluman
citalopram
the sky smudged empty as a scratch-card by the sun
the garden dripping electric green as the pill blunts
the edge of each thought into a toy knife the bills pile
on the mat the milk firms in the fridge & I’m so numbly content
I haven’t cried for months while she weeps so softly I cannot hear
& a year has passed the glaze cracks a hairband lies in dust
under the bed the sticky-back peels loose from my life
with no late-night drives through open roads crowded
by pine the bliss of melancholy pinched to a wisp
Daniel Sluman's poems have appeared widely in journals such as Cadaverine, Popshot, Shit
Creek Review, and Under the Radar. He received an MA in Creative & Critical Writing from
the University of Gloucestershire in 2012 and his debut full-length collection,
Absence Has a Weight of It’sOwn, was published in 2012. His second collection, the terrible, will
be published Autumn/Winter 2015, also with Nine Arches Press.
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