by Winston Plowes

My heart hates me.
Growing just behind my throat.
Like swimmers
with the dizzy procession of waves.
We loved,
parts of us loved,
and the rest of us will remain two persons.

“Drift” is based on page 178 of Jack Spicer‘s collection My Vocabulary Did This to Me: The Collected Poetry of Jack Spicer (Wesleyan Poetry, 2008).

ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Winston Plowes is an award-winning poet who lives in the U.K. His poetry has won competition and and has appeared in Found Poetry Review, Ink Sweat & Tears, The Big Issue, Turbulence, The Best of Manchester Poets, Words Undone, and many other literary journals and has been aired on local and national radio.