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Losing Dogs
I call my mood swings me and you;
We will shit on everything you love.
We raised our bodies on streets,
Growing up under the chill and
Approaching every momentary
Lapse of happy
With the affection of a kitten
That has never seen heat.
Have faith in our bad taste,
We are the flavour of your mouth
That no soap can tackle.
We bet on losing dogs for fun,
But the love songs would still
Be written without them;
A few broken windows
Can make you empathetic
After all.
We mark our territory by crying on things.
Is it any wonder we enter this world
Wet and screaming?
Going from one thing
To everything
So suddenly,
We pass into the grand narrative
In tangled terms,
Our cries like little laughs.
Tickle some sun beams
And if you’re happy
We’ll grow up like you,
But we are only
What you think you are.
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Biography
Eva Griffin is a poet living in Dublin. She is currently pursuing a Masters in Gender, Sexuality & Culture in University College Dublin and is the former Visual Arts Editor for HeadStuff.org.
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Editor’s Note
If you’d like to read more about Eva Griffin, and we highly recommend that you do, please click here for our Issue #5 poetry and art spotlight.