
Wetsuit
this wetsuit
is tight,
too tight
right up to
my neck
i am zipped up
with pain
hot and rubber
and stuck
against this
heavy tide
i am on
my knees
still in the
shallows
panting,
the layer
between you
and me
trapped now
by such a
small distance
of warmth
my arms
imagine
huge clocks
swimming
backwards
with each stroke
to before
you existed
deeper
i am holding
my head
just above
salt water
i’ve never
had a
lesson
there is
nothing
to hold that
will keep me
safe
harbour wall
stands high
and narrow
blind to
the fight of
water and blood
beating
i keep
telling myself
you were
made
for this
for this
for this

Olga is originally from Northern Ireland and lives in England. A former Warwick Poet Laureate, she has had poetry and flash fiction published in a range of magazines including Rattle Magazine, Magma, Paper Swans Press, Reflex Fiction, Dodging the Rain, Fictive Dream and The Fiction Pool. In 2017, she was commended in the Winchester Poetry Prize and was recently commended in the British Army’s Writing Armistice Competition. @olgadermott
