Francesca Johnson Poems

You can have...alaties
in every aspect of your life.

You don't need to go to college
...

Anger?

Don't languor
under the name of 'soft'
...

I hold a photograph
of a bench
in my hands.
...

Hour

upon hour
...

Jim sits alone in his cottonwool world,
a man without a recent memory.
The shaking of his hands
caused not just by the vodca he consumes
...

Ron doesn’t actually live on the cut,
He just travels back and forth a lot,
Chatting to anyone who will listen
To his alcohol-soaked speech.
...

Don't beef about it.
Those sausages are NOT cooked,
I've looked.
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She said she came from Cardiff.

He thought she was a rare bit.
...

One washing line.
Four black socks.
Four days.
...

My eyes don't like the sun

which is a pity
because it's pretty
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