Poems from ‘We’ll Sing Blackbird’ by Rebecca O’Connor

Poems from ‘We’ll Sing Blackbird’ by Rebecca O’Connor

Domestic Bliss I place a jug of lavender on the table to mask the smell of mould from under the fridge   while you draw nails to hammer with your fist. Then I draw a hammer, and watch   as you try to lift it from the page. by day it's Mr Men, Mad Men, [...]