by Kayla Martell Feldman
that can fuck off
This question has made me existential
by the sea
with a dog
and some wine
retired and wealthy
making lots of money
a doting granny
probably on the verge of the same burnt out
breakdown I’ve been on most of my twenties
On the beach with a beer and my bearded
bae having sent our babies on their merry
In a mirror.
in desperate need of a dentist
I’d be surprised if I were still living
maybe some livestock,
maybe some foster kids,
probably caring for my disabled sister.
land in the forest
or by the coast
living in my tiny home
with many animals
in a larger place
overseeing a hospital,
possibly in a Scandinavian country.
enjoying time with family and friends,
Where I am now,
but with more skills and paid better.
Pretty much exactly as I am right now except
in my 50s
and therefore fighting for
relevancy/acceptance in my own field.
Exactly the same
but with several dogs and terrible arthritis
with a drivers license and a car
with a partner
maybe a dog
working in disaster relief
Absolutely no clue
Alive for starters!
ideally outside of London.
With a dog by my side
I don’t like to think that far in advance tbh
I don’t really like thinking in advance at
all I don’t have a plan
Looking down from the Gods
writing novels in the clouds
in case anyone sees them
and takes a blind bit of notice
to an old
About the author:
Kayla (she/they) is a founding member of Sovereign Writers Group and co-hosts Process, a monthly spoken word night. She’s had work published by Fifth Wheel Press, Popshot Quarterly, Derailleur Press, Moonlove, and 9VT\5, and been featured on the Artists That Work and Dead Darlings podcasts. Last year she published her debut poetry collection, TIKVA.