‘When the stars threw down their spears’, by Jacqueline Woods
The television I bought five years ago
sits in the corner of my room.
It helped me through those morphine nights
where my lung drain, like a sick umbilical cord
snagged from my side.
I would watch Countdown at 3 a.m., clasping
the puppetry of sign language like a charm.
- by Jacqueline Woods