Ankita is a London based poet (BAR poet) who has recently begun performing. Check out her stuff, and remember her name!
Home is where the heart is, but
if you look real close, you’ll see the blood
clot in the arteries.
It’s all festivity on the outside: fairy
lights on the freshly trimmed
Christmas tree, photos
strewn on bathroom walls,
the mantle piece. Homes are catalogued
by deck chairs and bed steads, all wood
and plaster and DIY.
But, if you squint your eyes, you’ll see
the slits through every slammed
door, the chopping board
behind the crystal cut fruit bowl,
the first times and last times lined up
like tomb stones waiting to come to life
every single fight, every single night.
Because relationships lose value
as quickly as the five-seater in the driveway,
in the locked garage, in the scrapyard.
And they say: ‘Home is where the heart is’
but if you look real close, you’ll see the blood clots
in the arteries, and the
beat beat, beat beat, beat beat, slow
so much, there’s nothing there at all.
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