Tag: Ella Bowler

  • ‘If I Weren’t Afraid’ and other poems by Ella Bowler

    I Don’t Talk, I Let You Talk All The Time You sit opposite me, on a broken stool, smiling with your teeth. Rain drips from the ceiling, seeps into table cracks, running onto jeans. You speak in trauma, in childhood, in breathy laughs, in old love. I show my teeth. You take up more space…