love poem with facetime
it isn’t often that i learn something new about you but today you tell me about being thirteen and of feeling yourself growing like really actually feeling it limbs aching a head taller than everyone else you tell me it felt bad sudden awareness of being a person with shins sure they could kick but mostly they just ached and when you slept you dreamt of running now you’re in an airport lounge with a name like prestige in copenhagen or dallas or sydney or mexico city with free cookies and coffee you won’t drink and i don’t want to tell you but the other day i cried at wyclef’s gone til november you read your tour dates out loud to me you half laugh as you say is that right that can’t be right
Kate Leah Hewett (she/her) is a queer poet, writer and live arts organiser based in the North of England. When she's not writing, she puts on shows in working men’s clubs, fields and roller discos. She writes about queerness. Always. Kate is on Instagram at @kateleahhewett and online at https://www.handmirror.online
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Margot Nelson is a French-American writer living in Vermont. Her work has appeared inTeen Vogue, Capsule Stories, and honey & lime, and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net award. In her free time, she enjoys hiking, knitting, and trying to keep her community garden plot alive. You can find her on Twitter @margotnwrites