Damn

Hannah Regel

Rolled up, my drunkenness lives
Tight beneath my clothes
An extra limb, it flops out
Onto the table sometimes
When my inhibitions go and they do
Inside learning that first stain
All stains being farcical/Babies walking
Breast puffed up, shoulders wagging
And who could be prouder?
The waste that is luxury
The loaf left unwrapped
Hard little bites.
Hannah Regel co-edited the feminist journal SALT from 2012-2019. She is the author of two published collections of poetry When I Was Alive (2017) and Oliver Reed (2020, both Montez Press). Hannah lives in London.
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