Synaesthesia by Laura McKee

Monday is stained red
four is that deeper shade of blue
you know the one
the pain comes
in those rainbow slashes
you see driving in rain at night
and when I say fuck you
it tastes of something
like blackjacks

Laura Mckee

Laura McKee has had poems in various journals, including Other Poetry, Prole, Neon, The Lake, Ink Sweat & Tears, The Journal, Morphrog. This year she had a poem nominated for Best Single Poem in the Forward Prizes, and will have a poem on a bus at the Guernsey Literary Festival.

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