By Christina Wilkins
Rehearsing and reciting the
Same tired tract:
I, I, I. He, she, he.
They’re laughing at me as
They become the
Narrative at my centre,
From which different twists
Spiral out but always tied
To the heavy weight
Of my story core.
It is telling me, and
I am written rashly,
Too rough, and too soon.
Stina Wilkins spends most of her time reading and writing. She can be found teaching at University or most likely, in a cafe somewhere.
