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Toes
Joel Auterson
The last time I stared into the abyss it filed a restraining order.
Sometimes strangers apologise to me for no reason;
Perhaps I’m stepping on toes.
My earliest memory is realising that I had toes,
That human feet weren’t, by creation or necessity, sock-shaped.
Mum and Dad had toes, too. Still do.
I find myself spending far too much time thinking
About the supermassive black hole
At the centre of our galaxy.
I wonder if it has toes.
Joel Auterson is a poet from Belfast, currently living in London. He has performed at shows and festivals around London and the UK, and is a resident artist at the Roundhouse. He also helps run Hammer and Tongue Camden, and is the co-host of Boomerang Club, a poetry night in West London.
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