Ellora Sutton

Chorus:

We are concerned. You cut your own hair, blonde cortège of cosmic dust at your feet, sticking to your cardigan, please. We are concerned. Your search history is all scabs and Christianity. The church is concerned, the sundial’s candied face, the plastic surgeon is concerned. You spent three hours yesterday recreating your cunt in ham-slices of felt, a silver bell, simple straight stitches, carmine. Your cunt is concerned. We are all concerned, you are dreaming again of ferns carrying you away again, fairy rings, cervine serpents spooling in your cervix. Your mother died of cancer a fair sheen of time ago. Your mother is concerned, your mother’s cancerous ash. Your cunt is not a fairy ring. You are not a cardiac ocean. Please. We are all concerned, we are all very very concerned. How many hours of sleep are you getting on average? You are not an artist, you are a consecrational crisis. The artist is concerned. We are leaving out our lanterns. Our lanterns are burning their concern. Please, come home. Come home to us. Please. Your disembodied sisters are concerned.

Ellora Sutton is a 24-year-old queer poet from Hampshire. Her work has been published in The Poetry Review, Poetry Birmingham Literary Journal, Poetry News, and fourteen poems, amongst others. She has won the Mslexia Poetry Competition and the Artlyst Art to Poetry Award. She tweets @ellora_sutton.