In a Parallel Universe
A woman on stage is doing her best gospel preacher impersonation. We are sitting behind a pillar that obscures the view. Its paint is marked with the dribbles of a spilt drink. I say it looks like piss stains. You say it looks like a Jackson Pollock painting, and then I remember visiting the Saatchi as a child and wondering why the insects in a Perspex box didn’t move, and wishing that I could climb in with them and freeze. But really, you aren’t next to me and everyone else is on the other side of the room.
Jenna Clake is currently studying English with Creative Writing BA at the University of Birmingham, where she is also an Arts Editor for Redbrick. Her poetry has been published in a number of publications, including the University’s official Creative Writing anthology, An Anthology or an Exhibition.