What about these Dinner Lady positions? say Job Thing, her face all atoms. The poster behind her shows a Magical Negro learning New Skills. You must use a teaspoon to empty out the River Thames into the mouths of Lost Children. Her lips go Interrobang. Should’ve had an abortion- Gin / coat hanger then straight back to your desk on Mundee. Looking for a Job: a Job in itself. Hardworking Taxpayer spins sad on a pivot-
clean out of Meal Deals. Particle Lady spells out Workfare by rolling a boulder slowly up and down my arm. She is punctured skin in pools on the Job Centre floor, soft money that trickles to my useless hands. My feet stuck fast in molten fury- How will I get back to my Luxury Lifestyle now? I chose wrong! My arm rises and plunges a Biro into my own chest. The adventure ends here.
Emma Hammond’s first collection, tunth-sk, was published in 2011 by Flipped Eye. In addition she has self-published two pamphlets, softly softly catchy monkey and Sleeveless Errand. She has performed at many events in London over the last ten years. Emma works as a freelance copywriter and has taught experimental poetry for the Poetry School. In her spare time she mentors children at the Ministry of Stories. This poem is taken from her new collection The Story of No, a review of which appears here.