When God finds me, shuddering
under a shire horse, snot dangling
from its nose,
he’ll shred his files, like in a coup.
So, you’ll call the crisis team
with a glass of milk?
Don’t tell them I stutter when I fuck,
that I splutter like an old truck,
that when I’m close,
I sing like a party streamer,
or John the dying dreamer.
You press the glowing circle
into Imagine, suck in
the bashed-up contents
of my cigarette.
GRACE TOWER is a queer poet from rural Derbyshire, England. Having obtained a First-Class degree in English with Creative Writing from Queens University Belfast this year, she has moved to Manchester where she writes about the queer experience. Her current project for her Creative Writing MA involves using genre painting from the Dutch Golden Age as a medium to explore and normalise lesbian sexuality. She won the 2019 Brighton & Hove Arts Council Student Poetry competition, featured in The Seamus Heaney Centre’s Ekphrasis Project, and received the 2020 Dissertation Prize for her poetry collection which received the highest marks.