Do you like that podcast i sent you
Do you like that podcast i sent you
the one about the fear of turning thirty
that made me feel better about turning 23?
the one which asks whether dolly parton hugged
a country to her rock-
abilly chest
and unified america?
Do you like that podcast i sent you
on whimsy
and whether it’s a credible school of thought
or a foldaway camping stove, in the fight against oppression?
have you heard the episode
about how murder is as funny
as everything else we do - i thought it had a point? Like,
no matter how much attention i pay,
the people i love will die.
So i sent you
a show on Love Languages
because you said
receiving birthday presents
made you frank
and aeriform
as a raspberry gas,
whilst, in among the yammering, i rescued for you
an anecdote from the bombast,
a stray
with your mewl
from the bomb blast,
a finding
agreeable and citable
enough to arm you in conversation
with impressive and approachable verve.
i am giving you instead
the roundtable discussion of a book i nearly bought
because the cover told me it contained you,
in the plait of the cartoonish viennoise.
.
anyway
feel free to text
me if you have any thoughts
in response to any part of this
because i’m not up to much.
Mainly smoking and wondering
the magic number of cigarettes
that will make my arteries burst
like a slug through a gun
Georgia Louise Luckhurst is a 23 year-old poet and playwright, currently living in London. She is as an Associate Writer with Undone Theatre and a highly commended finalist in the 2021 erbacce Prize for Poetry. Georgia is bad at Twitter and good at Instagram captions. You can find her sharing too many photos of other people's cats @georgialouiseluckhurst.