When I Love

when I love
its hard
its
nails
and
teeth
an
legs
an
howling like
an
biting
the heads off
bluebells
an
bombing
Bride of Glasgow
an
its
its
its
its been so fuckin' long, I cannae remember what it is

by Karen Thomson

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It has been a very long time since I had an opportunity to read Karen Thomson's poetry. Her style and words are the beacons that I have always needed to swim the oceans into which I have been dumped...
It has been a very long time since I had an opportunity to read Karen Thomson's poetry. Her style and words are the beacons that I have always needed to swim the oceans into which I have been dumped...