yeer
by and published in Edition Ten of Pomegranate
I did not notice the year turn
it mightnt have
we arm wrestle, cover a candle
I was sick
she tended me
we did not notice the year
workfyre, peoplscame
we did not hear the car brake
the streets fall & the glass shake
I wat ill
& she made my bed
she toweled my burning head
I did not notice her
as the year turned
she sat at the foot of my bed
S. J. Fowler
J. S. Fowler is a postgraduate student in philosophy at the University of London. He works for the British Museum and is an archivist for Peter Owen publishers. His poems have appeared in Poetry Monthly International, Cadaverine, Moria and Parameter magazine, and he has written features on Slavic, Balkan and Scandinavian poets.