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TPCReview Issue 002

Annie Johnson

Ribs

we sit in knots   I fold my bones

taste salt and my own pulse  do your bones fold

when you think of me?

ribs are on hinges  ajar  a pool of warm light

on the floor

and you   stubborn as sunburn   will still leave

sand in my bed   i’ll ask you again  

are your bones folding yet?

Annie Johnson is a British poet and prose writer based in Glasgow, Scotland.