Corina Gina Papouis

another morning pushing sounds in my head through a keyhole/ a string of letters flossing the unknown/ I can't remember their faces/ people on-line look like dandelions/ blurry round heads with

you smell like my Nana's linen cupboard like the soap in my mummy's secret drawer you move with the wind in my hair but not as swiftly as JJ stay still! there's a bee on the sun I

words self-calibrate to match my emotion all my wires seem intact in the gas lamp glow no one understands the strength of a potion until they pour it inside you and they watch you blow but

Adam, your eyes are darker today sky before thunder your smile hidden in clouds of thought is it my lips? /or perhaps my thighs?/ or my breasts is it the way I play with the other

I sit in an ordinary seat in an ordinary office with an ordinary will to live and a cactus I am surrounded by people with ordinary habits and clothes the window is opened at the usual

one by one they are pressing the button for more I nod and talk to them with my mouth shut (my mouth is full of popcorn and wisdom) I tell them to walk through fire with grace save your words

t’was war as we knew it a thousand fears in a jar labelled ‘eau de thè’ a cloud blown over our heads by no man's wind and still turned the world that we knew and all that you

the links pulled us into a room with no windows, doubts and beautiful views I remember some of the colours, the taste of beauty dripping on lips a tartan blanket chanting and laughter,

(reply) I, too, am certain that it is harder and harder to stay afloat. The water is fast and deep and my pockets full of stones. I feel I have surrendered to a life I cannot breathe or bare or

what is this tip toe dance I’m doing around a purple room without me moving a limb? this pursing of lips and imaginary fingers catching their kiss at the other end and this song? I know this

and stripped of pride I watch beat by beat my heart crawling towards love’s shore a puppy in the sand my fingers running their way through his hair (dangerously dark) unfaithfully

do you follow rainbows to the end of the road and pretend they end with a screech of the breaks or perhaps you miss the train and convince yourself that you were on the wrong platform or you were

it does not end as it does not begin is where Infinity meets Forever and says: how d'you do in a continuous white noise with a touch of Rigolleto it tickles your pores until your skin blooms

it appears out of nowhere and even if I guess it or not I pretend to be too clever to water its roots with lacy butterflies of hope too busy, too awake to walk the walk of dreams daily

There’s a wheeze when I breath and this pain when I live And no wonder our paths come to cross You’re my Heaven my Hell within you I dwell Each time my health is at loss You’re pretty and sweet when