I bit a bit of cuticle off and wondered
bleeding what it might look like magnified a
hundred thousand times. I flicked a farthing
to the best busker in all the universe and wandered
home with rushing-watermill ears. I could see Esther
in three mirrors, cool with personality and oily reflections
reflected as if lifting lightfall. As if I’d just met her
three times again. My fingernail’s bleeding I said
and close-up it would look probably red and pink.
Of all the musics you have ever got
Please please please tell me
which have you found the sweetest?
~ Adam Heardman
Adam Heardman, 22, writes from Newcastle-upon-Tyne and Oxford. He studies Literature at Oxford University, particularly Irish and American poetry. Influences include Ben Lerner, Graham Foust, Paul Muldoon, and John Ashbery.