Amy Kinsman (they/them) is a genderfluid poet and playwright from Manchester, England. As well as being founding editor of the Saboteur Award shortlisted Riggwelter Press, they are also associate editor of Three Drops From A Cauldron. Their debut pamphlet & was joint winner of the Indigo Dreams Pamphlet Prize 2017.






Amy Kinsman

don’t leave me this way

there’s a place at the bottom of my mother’s lungs for the communards’ cover, a belt, a shriek, a hallelujah over those high notes, the steering wheel her dance partner as she sings, her mouth so wide open i think her soul might fall out. when i tell her her taste in music is pretty gay, she thinks a moment then says i guess you’re right — in my dad’s car the cd player’s jammed full of stooges, bunnymen, sex pistols, but i remember timing the ride to church in tracks of welcome to the pleasuredome, at six years old, holly johnson’s cackle rocking my babyqueer bones, an earthquake caught on record. at that age, when i pictured dancers, i left out the thinness, how their clothes ate them up: everyone looks pallid under neon lights; everyone shakes like the spirit’s entered them in those disco cathedrals, eats of the body, (loves, loves, loves) screams out their hymn (don’t leave me this way) (don’t leave me this way) (don’t leave me this way)




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