The Queen/She’s so extremely
Tonguetied Tonguerubbed Tonguesmothered Tonguesnagged Tonguenoodled
Tonguejuiced Tonguespun Tonguebroken in a black cab swerving off to the river
Tonguerivered and counting the men who are a useless unshuffled pack Tongueyanked Tonguetorn Tonguegrilled Tonguebashed a little runt too slow a twitch a bish
a bosh from hand to hand Tonguesmoked Tonguestunned by (never had) a girltongue
like yours Tonguestunted forever by Chelsea and Knightsbridge Tonguepurpled
Tonguestained Tonguecracked and buckling at nonsense gardeners/nannies/
piano teachers/play therapists Tonguebloodied double-decker bright and clanking Tonguecathedraled Tonguewestended Tongueredvelvetcaked Tongueflipped
inside out trying to make it Tongueshot by my doubled-up gardeners my hedgehog
children Tonguecornered but very good at sports
The Queen/CBT
nothing here from which to bloom but
overfriendly tarmac, no weeds no spilt chickenwings no urinestink no stamped gum just
sensible woodchip,
fresh air and homework,
Dr Ellis, Dr Beck, you love
us wrong. when the bloom last
came I was the city’s
mulberry tree up
on the viaduct thinking nothing nowhere as wondrous and royal as this
the traffic pouring out and out dreamgrey dreamred but now
things are cut
(phone line, habits, crow beaks) and bugs
squashed to burrito colours,
I think my husband
visits weekly but how can I be sure
how/why can I my mind make rational and sweet like hers and was this tick-ticking ever really
misbehaviour?
everything at least
was functional – the girl just pulled a layer of skin off me
the way as a girl I shucked the wrinkled
tails from lizards and watched
them scuttle into their
lucky bright. now
definitively the queen is old
and sick and never a queen but all the gaps
to pour rashly through,
my sudden bursting
grace
and fling and the girl
giggles somewhere inside me nobody’s
rational nothing is lovely and all I want is to bloom and bloom till time phut-phut-
runs out, it’s June, July,
I may not be royal
I may be
getting better
but Alice shuffle me
again, shake me down.
Annie Katchinska was born in Moscow in 1990 and grew up in London. After graduating from Cambridge University, she spent two years living and working in Sapporo, Japan, before returning to London in 2013. Her Faber New Poets pamphlet was published in 2010.