By F. C. Andrews
Perhaps it is your gaze,
those blackened bulbous eyes—
how your hinged legs unfold,
in an extension so explosive
it almost goes unnoticed.
Or maybe it’s your body,
your broad-backed hind
of lime-green jelly.
No—it is your candour, likely.
How your organs pulse
in harmony, your limpid underbelly.
That window to your heart.
F. C. Andrews achieved his undergraduate degree in Human Nutrition from University
College Dublin in 2021. Andrews is currently a student on the M. Phil. in Creative Writing
programme at Trinity College Dublin. His work has previously appeared in literary and arts
magazine Icarus and Drawn to the Light Press.
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