FourfoldBy Claire Ahernewhen i am near you i am buzzing insidemy ears ringamong little waspshumming to deaththe imaginary friends in my bellyare you hearing my feelingsthe lucky younger bastardshaving nothing to mourn,are their own disadvantagewhen i hear the sireni do not change my clothesi think the same when dripping goldkissing him and her and himfree and easy as a pastimepinky-promised fourfoldkissing you and you and youkissing you and you and you Justwanting all your timewanting all the time- c.a, all in time fourfoldCygnetsBy Claire Ahernesweet mess / cygnetsi cannot raise -cabhair liom a mhaighdean,a spiorad naomhall my sons before mebring me to tearsi’m sure he would be beautifulbut i can’t draw him nearbelly hollow, a toothunformed – what’s left behindis all lukewarmhands i can’t affordto know: rogues i can’t allow to grow–––––––––yet in distant future, in faraway humare lakes of cygnets yet to comeyet to come- c.a, cygnets