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The Yearner

Rachel Long

I stacked three pillows, made sure
my head was heavy with bills, wine, yesterday’s
deadline, and I slept hard, tight
as cement on my left arm. The needles came.
At dawn, I dragged it
like a salmon from under my body.
A part of me is dead. Now
I can shake my own hand,
meet myself again for the first time.
How my fingers feel to one another, strangers,
for a tingling moment, I am another.
Promise? This time will be different.



Image © Lucy Portsmouth





This is an excerpt from My Darling from the Lions by Rachel Long. Shortlisted for the Sunday Times Young Writer of the Year Award 2021.

Rachel Long

Rachel Long’s debut collection, My Darling from the Lions, was shortlisted for the Forward Prize for Best First Collection and the Costa Poetry Award. She is the founder of the Octavia Poetry Collective for women of colour.

Photograph © Amaal Said

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