Commonplace – by Chloe Mayo

 

I cannot accept that my consequences have actions.
My possessions have begun re-purposing themselves;
my bed has a now-spare pillow,
there is a now-spare key by the kettle.

I cannot accept that my consequences have actions.
The dust has begun to chase itself in the air; as if
knowing that it is dead flakes from your body
it attempts to put itself back together,
a past version of you being recalled.

The sunlight on the stairs –
a clean beam of spotlight.

I wait for a fracture.

I stand,
watching the past flecks of myself
dancing with yours.

 

 

Chloe Mayo studied English Literature and Creative Writing at Bath Spa University, and was awarded the prize for ‘Most Promising Poet’, whatever that may mean. She does readings throughout England, in both dingy bar back-rooms and on nice, airy festival stages.