Challenge two - remixing Max Wallis' poem 'Ways Not To Fall In Love' (by Podium Poet Deanna Rodger)
How can I remember a person I never felt roll around my mouth like chewing gum in an exam.
there are some names that should never be swallowed in case they stick to your stomach for seven years
like blue tac left from boy band posters
crushes that fell from their high walls at night.
Our mouths never spoke directly to each other
mine moved to fast to hold yours as a lullaby
as a familiar hum
There is a song our feet walked to
on our days off
when we forgot the structure of life
when the rain stopped for a moment
when our umbrellas were left for the lonely bench sitters
These pockets of hope
were erosions, upheavals of formalities,
they should of never been handled
hands in back pockets
Our conversations hurt
Our throats clenched tubes of thought, force fed
like keeping each other alive
should be power, should be endured.
Thoughtless, we left
holding our own pockets picking up brollies
returning to our teenage bedrooms where passive posters
fall at night, in our dreams.