Adam Soper Poems

You knew I was going to write about you,
So you lurked at the back of my brain until then,
Slowly pulling out your teeth,
And scattering the broken bits on the carpet,
...

I
For months I have been avoiding the mirror,
Hiding from my reflection in glass and in water,
I'm terrified of what will be looking back at me,
...

You're the nicotine stain on my hands,
You force me to write Pages and Pages and pages and pages and pages and pages and pages,
It's all incoherent and it's all inconsistent,
Bite my lip until it bleeds,
...