SK Grout (she/they) grew up in Aotearoa/New Zealand, has lived in Germany and now splits her time as best she can between London and Auckland. She is the author of the micro chapbook to be female is to be interrogated (2018, the poetry annals). She holds a post-graduate degree in creative writing from City, University of London and is a Feedback Editor for Tinderbox Poetry. In 2020, she placed second in the Ambit Poetry Competition, and was a finalist in the Puerto del Sol Poetry competition. Her work also appears in Cordite Poetry Review, dialogist, Banshee Lit, Parentheses Journal, Barren Magazine and elsewhere.
In return, you have got yourself
occupying time with crosswords.
On irregular offbeats, the heady
tintinnabulation of a word falling
into place, and not having to scratch
out the letters, replace them with
what’s right.
What’s right
can also be what’s wrong like the coffee
is espresso that you’re drinking as filter
or taking up arms against a god or that
some nights are horns.
Sometimes
I think that all unfinished sentences will
become ruins; history washed away in rain
and blood by hordes from the north, myth
rewritten, restructured and painted with
turquoise, limestone, ochre and onyx.
But what is wrong
with standing here & wanting to bear witness
to your cheeks & the way they rush with blood
when I tell you:
you’re beautiful.