Where Is She Going With That?

What Harm

Dunno
Sure look
What harm?
How bad?

Aragh musha
God love ya
Notions
Where wouldja be goin?

Have you nothing else to be at?
What are ya at?
What are ya like?
Something else

Isn’t that it?
Wouldja believe it?
Couldja’ve called that wan?

Don’t be ringing me
I’m not here

Where is she going with that?

Fine
I’m fine
I’m grand Mam!
Wouldja stop
Go away

G’way
G’way with that
GO ONNNNNNN!

G’wan
G’wan yourself
G’wan my-absolute-self

Yeow
Yurt
Less hurt more yurt, more skirt
Nothing new to that fella only the cake

I hope that’s a Flake!
Excuse me, did you just put a Twirl in my 99?
That is a mortal sin as well as a crime
You better fix that or I’ll have to get my hurl,
you can absolutely fuck off with your ‘Twirl’.

beam

beam is a 26 year old poet. She has participated in workshops led by Kevin Higgins, read at Galway City’s Literary Organisation event called Over The Edge and has been published in Cabinet Of Heed, Impspired, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Spilling Hot Cocoa Over Martin Amos, Open Skies, WordCityLit &Ink Sweat and Tears. Recent work includes; surviving the pandemic and several disappointing sourdough loaves. You can find more of her poetry @personalbeam on instagram.

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