Theresa Muñoz

Fear of future loneliness

Theresa Muñoz

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Racing by train to see you but there’s a fault on the line.

This is why I keep stamps, fold bills in a biscuit tin.

I pop a pill to sleep. Letters fall from my hand


This is why I press flowers, find the only patch of sunlight

 to stand. When you called it was everything I didn’t write down.

Hurtling by train to see you but there’s a fault on the line.


It’s not what’s said, but the saying. We know the voice 

tricks. How words plunge from a cliff as you gulp them.

Sleeping pills taste of mint. Letters, folded fall from my hand


This is why I lay out all my clothes for the morning

& wring wet ones till they’re wept out.

Stumbling by train to see you but there’s a fault on the line.


This is why I reply to emails fast.  Flick coins into fountains

but don’t check which wishing side they land.

There’s no sleep, even with pills.  Letters re-read fall from my hand


You reach a point when you can see the rest of your life:

a low level tunnel with rooms to each side

or a nine car train with decent wifi and a fault on the line.

Take these pills  - here. My letters to you fall from my hand. 


Theresa Muñoz


Theresa Muñoz’s work has appeared in several journals in both Canada and the United Kingdom, including Canadian Literature, Poetry Review and Best Scottish Poems. Her debut collection Settle was shortlisted for the Melita Hume Poetry Prize. She writes regular reviews for Scotland’s Herald newspaper and is currently Research Associate at the Newcastle Centre for Literary Arts. 


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