beam is a 26 year old woman from Ireland, a new poet and a recent MA graduate. At the moment beam is working on her first collection after being published on Spilling Hot Cocoa Over Martin Amis. Recent work includes: surviving the pandemic and several disappointing sourdough loaves. You can find more of her poetry @personalbeam on instagram.
I Could Basically Hear You
I was so bad behind your back. Trying to get over you was basically a series of women I fucked, to get away from myself because I couldn’t get back to you I found, inside them were wires and when I touched I could hear the conversations on your phone I could hear you in their satisfaction as they moan I could taste you if I didn’t think and the way you hit the nerve, the brink. I was so bad behind your back. Trying to get over you was basically a series of women who I didn’t face and couldn’t name I was embarrassed I’d treated you much the same.
She is the shadow of a bright young girl Her husband died in every war The six o’clock dinner was piping hot At five fifty five He cannot keep the steam from rising Her hand was burned on every fire she ever felt The battle was won But made widow from wife There are necessary evils In an ordinary life.