LONG LISTED FOR THE 2023 GRIFFIN POETRY AWARDS
Where Am I Going?
While I was looking out of the window, I had such
a horrible thought that the bus appeared at once, as
my sister was saying “this is murder” and grandfather
spat in a box since the real murder was to take place
later; darkness was falling and I climbed up five flats
when, concerned, I stopped “where am I going?” I asked
myself, since it was okay that I was sent away; but if
they asked me to sing? Weakened, I returned to my room
and fell on a chair like the killer who finally cleared
his unknown fate.
Libros Libertad 