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Dasein

Al Anderson

This poem is part of the SPOONFEED takeover of New Writing, curated by Kat Payne Ware and Sean Wai Keung. You can read the issue in full at spoonfeedmag.com/spoonfeed-x-new-writing

 

Yes, I’m aware of the ketchup stain on my jumper

It’s there so that I don’t have to tell you I’m struggling

The whole point of filter coffee was its bitterness that

It cost 80p & was drunk in the rain & not served in a cunting

Chemistry set & my eggs are cold & twice as expensive

This does absolutely nothing for the movie in my head

All I know is that today I was meant to write

My best ever poem about eating ass

But I’ve never felt so un-fucked

As by this avo on toast

……………………..Food

……….Orientated

..Ontologies

I can’t remember

What that means though have

A tendency to drop the phrase

At job interviews, I admit I was

Broke for three years

Because I never learned how to cook

Lived off coagulated ready oats & pizza

Now the hours are spent contemplating

Sesame roasted asparagus

I wonder if October sun

Still rolls over Telegraph Hill

If I am asleep somewhere

A pensive mayo stain all along

Beware them both

Hope & dread

 

 

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