The 2016 Literary Supplement


Poetry ❖ Written by : Sophie PanzerOnline extra

When we die and they cut us open they’ll find

the fat from the fries we ate
at one o clock in the morning
congealing in our spent arteries

the bass from the gay nightclub
misted with sweat and cologne
vibrating in our stiff bones

the sangria we drank like water
in our first apartment
adrift in our drying blood

the kisses from strangers
deep and feverish
imprinted on our cooling lips

everything we hoped and dreamed
in the dying days of teenagedom
painted on the caves of our skulls

the thud of fear as the thunder
chased us home from St. Laurent
echoing in the quiet chambers of our hearts.