by Anna Kahn

After Laurie Ogden’s Digging

Our doctors promise us
revolution, deliver
fragile peace treaties, easily
broken – our brains armed, too dangerous.

It’s not as if
diagnosis
changed the floor we
stood exposed on,

broken, our brains armed – too dangerous.
We listen out for cavalry.
We swallow what we’re told and
sit and wait, breathe and wait.

Anna Kahn | @annacarlakahn | scribblingbadger.wordpress.com

Anna Kahn is a queer, big-hearted, cheeky grumpy fireball. She’s a member of the Roundhouse Collective and is enjoying her second year as a Barbican Young Poet. She’s performed all over the UK and her poetry has been published in print and online. She lives with two cats and one human, and has almost definitely never seen your favourite film.