Hansel and Gretel
it is pretty much the same here except the people have shells and metal teeth and Americans pronounce it to-mah-to and the trees sing and why are you dropping breadcrumbs I honestly wouldn’t have noticed except someone mentioned the zeppelins and how Ed Sheeran is president and Wednesday comes before Tuesday and friction makes us faster so I ask you are we the same people we were when we turned down this path because isn’t that all that matters ? a spider nods but you you just drop breadcrumbs wordlessly you drop
They can conjure a crisis from a look and sticky tape, hang it on a headline, watch the stain spread All night, drawn by the glow of a screen, their fingers chatter on keyboards — tiny teeth reaching for prey By 7am, grubby spreads lying at their sides, they hang upside down in belfries screaming bong bong bong
In Ireland, The Boys
gave us the chat in Casey’s played rap in unkempt caravans, lounged in chefs’ trousers after their shifts telling stories, safe in a nest of our knitwear. After dark, we scaled cliffs together like baby lizards, egged each other to strip and dip. They held our skins and we grew into them. In England, the boys visited. But in the chafe of our terraced houses, nothing seemed to fit.