The last time I stared into the abyss it filed a restraining order. Sometimes strangers apologise to me for no reason; Perhaps I’m stepping on toes. My earliest memory is realising that I had toes, That human feet weren’t, by creation or necessity, sock-shaped. Mum and Dad had toes, too. Still do. I find myself spending far too much time thinking About the supermassive black hole At the centre of our galaxy. I wonder if it has toes.
Joel Auterson is a poet from Belfast, currently living in London. He has performed at shows and festivals around London and the UK, and is a resident artist at the Roundhouse. He also helps run Hammer and Tongue Camden, and is the co-host of Boomerang Club, a poetry night in West London.