It takes time to brush the spaces, months between my teeth.
Truth is a small-headed brush cleaning silently through the night.
When I was a student I could fit everything I owned into these little indentations.
What happened? I am not a proper girl.
The thing I love most, more than my clothes, is my decay.
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I wasn’t planning on writing any poems this week. I was on vacation from poem-writing after the month-long poetry party that was April. Also, I am moving house this week and knee deep in boxes. But poems love such moments!
Late at night, having just cleaned my teeth, I felt drawn to the split page technique I used for Dream Macaroni. (One of my favourite poems from this year’s NaPoWriMo.) I love the strange atmosphere this technique creates – surreal and yet true.
Take an A4 piece of lined paper and fold it down the middle. Write a topic heading at the top of one side of the paper and then write a contrasting topic heading at the top of the other. For each of your headings, free-write as much as you can around the topic. Now unfold your piece of paper and read across from left to right. Can you make any sense? Now write a poem in which you connect two things which might, at first glance, seem very different or not connected at all.