By Karina Bush
Our love is our baby
The baby we’ll never have
A hundred years ago
We’d have fourteen kids
You’d come home
Hands and feet black
To a room full of love
Our love was a foetus
Pink glowing angel mix of us
You put it inside me
To incubate
A digital lifeform
I could see through my skin
The birth was hard
It’s in our hands
Sometimes mine
Sometimes yours
Sometimes both
We have dreams for it
Perfections
But
It cries
*Art Work provided by Karina Bush
And check out the visual poem below:
LIFEFORM // A VISUAL POEM BY KARINA BUSH from KARINA BUSH on Vimeo.
Karina Bush is an Irish writer and visual poet, born in Belfast and now living in Rome. She is the author of three books, ‘BRAIN LACE’ (BareBackPress, 2018), ‘50 EURO’ (BareBackPress, 2017), and ‘MAIDEN’ (48th Street Press, 2016). She is currently finishing up a collection of stories set in Belfast, a story from this collection was recently published by Akashic Books. For more visit her website karinabush.com and Instagram https://www.instagram.com/karinabushxx/.
