Brexit, by Neil Fulwood

The guy behind the counter is loosing off smoke rings.
The vape shop is empty but for him
and those half dozen perfect, useless circles.
On the street, the cold makes dragon’s breath
of my exhalations. Tomorrow’s ‘meaningful vote’
has been called off. I’ve pulled my neck into my collar,
found holes burying my hands in my pockets.
Five minutes’ walk to the pub and I’m wondering
if the mood will be muted or murderous
or if anyone still cares.


Neil Fulwood was born in Nottingham. His pamphlet ‘Numbers Stations’ is published by Black Light Engine Room Press, and his debut collection, ‘No Avoiding It’, by Shoestring Press.

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