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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Becky Kingsnorth is a London poet, holding onto words and phrases like mantras, and writing mostly on the Underground on the way to work.

Becky Kingsnorth


I found the tie, hung where you left it

When the hearse arrived I went a little deaf.
After, our house smelled of chewed bread,
wasted breath; speaking to me, about you.
It has not been so long that you have gone
entirely. There are pockets of air here, still,
that are yours. I sit, breathe lightly. Wait.