THE GROCER'S ITCH by Jessica Higgins
105 x 180mm, 20 pages, risograph printed, saddle stitched, 2022
The smell of pine sap fills the bathroom
while interviews about love and lovemaking
play through those speakers disguised as rocks,
you find them in pub gardens.
A short suite of poems featuring itchy noises; architecture and its discontents; time's syllabic drag; the sting of language as it oozes into cuts between fingers; and so, writing about writing; administrative work at bedtime and other ambiguous grammars.