Deception of Skin by Carl Griffin

Your stomach is breathing.
Not a pregnant
woman’s stomach.
Not even a woman’s.

I kiss the lumpy, hair-
glittered delight
(as it rises, as it falls)
as if there is life inside.

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Carl Griffin is from Swansea and has had poems published in Cake, Magma, Poetry Wales, Ink sweat and tears, and the Cheval anthology series. He has reviewed collections for Wales Arts Review and was recently long-listed for the Cinnamon Pamphlet Poetry Prize and Eyewear’s Melita Hume Prize, and commended in the Geoff Stevens Memorial Prize.

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