Laura Carr

 

You handled me like meat

 
It happens when you're young
& you're stupid, & you've just enough
lust to set a house on fire because the
bedroom doesn't back on to the kitchen.
An inflammatory chip pan poses as the
perfect visual metaphor when things get
hot and steam up the windows until
the fire alarm goes off, letting you know
that the tea is done and overdone during
your preoccupation with raw, tender flesh.
& at this tender age of tender hearts and
tender flesh I write it on all my (very)
personal statements & curriculum vitae;
 
"In my spare time I enjoy spending time
with my boyfriend, cooking & arson."

 

 

Laura was a commended Foyle Young Poet in 2007.

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