by Patrick Wright
you post pictures of funny-walking seagulls and crumb-loving pigeons. from a distance I imagine a mother and child, clambering over rocks, eating crêpes, paddling waist-high. as lifeguards supervise, your message arrives on ‘the uncanniness of arcade machines, a run-down town, a rag-and-bone tumbleweed place, a bustle of back streets, antique shops …’ meanwhile, my device is streaming blue skies, terns perched on promenade lights, a laughing sailor: come laugh with Jolly Jack. I reply: ‘I hope to never meet him under moonlight.’ you heart this line. you’re far, while I’m at a loose end. you text as you trudge up the steps, put the fun in the funicular, sign-off with emojis and gifs, nothing but a screen of hieroglyphics. Patrick Wright has a poetry collection, Full Sight of Her (Black Spring), which was nominated for the John Pollard Prize. His poems have appeared in Poetry Ireland Review, The North, Southword, Poetry Salzburg, Agenda, Wasafiri, and London Magazine.
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