by Tom Saer

I have apparitions of a pillowcase
Stuffed with lion feathers                           

I have fifty pence from grandpa
To buy slow motion food
On the vibrating bus seat by the bus stop

I have pins and needles in my face
Dripping with autotune

I have a citadel of hair and glasses
Made from a pile of the slain       

I have a sword in her altar
Bleeding grapes from a kitchen tray

I’m better than you

I have a gunshot wound in my hind leg
from a volcano of mercy

I have a contract with my mantlepiece
Bathing my head in salt water
Letting all the reptiles feed

I have a disciple’s greeting
Soft and fast and weak
Bristling with water

I’m better now

The Poor Print

Established in 2013, The Poor Print is the student-run newspaper of Oriel College, Oxford. Written by members of the JCR, MCR, SCR and staff, new issues are published fortnightly during term. Our current Executive Editors are Siddiq Islam and Jerric Chong.

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