Sarah Fletcher

Two Poems 

On the Tedium of Memory, On Rape


her illustrated

            she is carried away,
                       in an ecstatic trance,
and seized,
to cleanliness.
Wading, flashing
daffodils entrance
the air.
Yes, yes,
she is there.

Memory, like a jug of evil water

When I think of my early twenties
Think first of Camberwell

Never on purpose
And six a.m.
A man

He is
Angry as milk
Slicking himself
As a single swan feather
Over full-blown fields of cocaine

Sarah Fletcher is a British-American poet who is currently researching a PhD on pain and expression at Aberystwyth University. Her work has appeared in The Poetry Review, The White Review, Poetry London and other publications. Her third pamphlet, Caviar, was released in March 2022 by Out-Spoken Press, and she is currently working on a novel. She teaches at Aberystwyth University and The Poetry School.

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