“The Corner House” and other poems by Victoria Kennefick

“The Corner House” and other poems by Victoria Kennefick

(I don’t know how to spell) Meningioma   I float down icy corridors. My face slips, blurs on skirting boards. Plastic tiles suck my shoes.   In the GA Ward, the flickering mouth of television hisses at blankness.   An igloo of brains, snow blocks on pillows; my eyes cast out to look for you. [...]