Waiting Room
Spit sharing,
lash curling,
gut churning,
loose lipping,
blood streaming:
a list of tasks completed
in the waiting room of youth.
Felt the heave of oak on bone.
Foot wedged to leak a creak of evenings.
One more look at tomorrow
before I make it yesterday.
Friends,
link arms and occupy space.
Fingers,
lace before the curfew.
Feet,
shuffle towards the dark
and mind to watch your fucking step.
I sit with maladroit players
who rise after cue,
move out of sync
and in private torpor,
trip before the fall.
Meadhbh McNutt is an Irish artist and writer. Her practice revolves around ideas of vulnerability, voyeurism and power. You can follow more of her work here.