The Sink

by Jake Hawkey

I did not believe an answer was necessary
I did not believe an answer was possible
oh I was part of a problem so long 

that when I stopped wanting to be 
I stopped wanting to be oh so long!
I could not find the sink in the dark

trying to remould the problem of me
before engineering this completely 
the sink opened up talking latency

so now I send lilac letters home
the little light I hold in the hope
moonlighters walking like stick

houses will share their secrets also
but inevitably the war is within
& like you I shall die alone

lagging bursting staring 
at the sink of blood 
in Christ’s veneer

Jake Hawkey studied art at the University of Westminster and poetry at Queen’s University Belfast. He was selected for Poetry Ireland Introductions in 2020 and is currently a poetry PhD candidate at Queen’s.

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