“Dead tired is the best sort of tired. Sun/painting/talk of riding motorbikes. More more more sun and planting lettuce in the garden down below the road. My skin is dry and nice-looking. Translation almost done. Spanish students arrived - the awkward catching of eyes. Touched myself awake this morning. A tiny bit of light came through the wooden shutters onto my legs and the duvet. I wrote a poem and liked it. It’s about soil and cunts."
Jenny Browne will be submitting poems every Tuesday from now on. Continue to check back to see her work and her continuing poems in the Los Anchos series.