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you once said my snoring
sounded like hopping
unicorns - I turned to cloud.
We ride the carousel
in the May drizzle &
whoever named it
Galloping Horses would
have said just call a spade
a spade.
Add selfie to Google maps
next to birdseye view
lockdown hair blurs with lights
image split by accidental
finger or could it be
a horn?
Self-raising?
don’t care if you leave the seat
up the world is ending we run
out of toilet paper cardboard
binoculars queue on radiator
lunch break goofing around
trumpet march bathroom
to kitchen chuckle spread
Colman’s. I’ve been crying
again weighs on us like
spoons of flour on a scale
piling until nowhere to return
the excess hold me together
get the cheese to sickbay
they say on Star Trek & you
write it on the white board
under your friend’s name
Cheese &
Like brain in formaldehyde a ball of mozzarella floats.
They say buffalo is best I never know if they mean the animal.
That time I picked one up it splattered across the aisle.
I slinked away apologising
A very British thing - they love to say sorry.
The mozzarella in our fridge is cheap.
Shred some sprinkle salt rest goes on frozen Margherita.
Next morning peel plastic off cheesy slice watch it
Ooze E numbers under the grill. At least,
I read 60% of it is cheese
Nóra Blascsók is a Hungarian poet based in the UK. Her work has appeared in a variety of online and print publications. A selection of her poems titled 'Headspace' is out with Broken Sleep Books imprint Legitimate Snack in 2021.