Speckles
SARA MASUD
Illustration by Anna Sturgeon
by Sara Masud
An ice cream
p l o p s
onto scorching concrete
Saccharine
Giddy,
in that kind of giggly rage
hopped?
I don’t think I know how I got on the bus
did I float?
I don’t remember looking at my feet
but I imagine they were there
I see
the driver in his glass tank
There’s a touch of childhood madness in our house.
thuds on the bathroom door −
laughter congeals
around
the tiles
sulphurous silence
hang
on my lip
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infect my teeth
my tongue
my brow
a sunken charcoal
a stretch of eye and lid and temple
the pavestones are thick with water
will they dry tomorrow, d’you think?
speckles of lime
peep
between the cracks.
Sara is a filmmaker, performer and activist based in London. She is currently directing a spoken word short film; the first in a series of audio-visual poems on experiences of cultural dysphoria.