Canicule by Nick Power

Tonight we sleep with all the
windows open
so as to organise our shallow
breathing into
boxcar salvos
that click-clack into
the ether

the Indian summer
embalms us

tomorrow a woman from the council
will knock on the door
and we will lie here
pretend to be dead, deaf
or at imaginary jobs

because we cannot pay her

Nick Power

I have had two perfect-bound books, ‘Small Town Chase’ and ‘Holy Nowhere’ published by erbacce-press, and have recently completed a forthcoming third collection, ‘Caravan’. I have had poems published at Your One Phone Call, M58, The Camel Saloon, Coney’s Loft, Ink Sweat and Tears, and PARIAH Press.


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