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The Universe and Me
by Toria Garbutt
Northern dialect in poetry? Phonetic transcription of accents? This collection was made for me, the first poem ends with a big fuck you to Thatcher, I was in heaven. It explored that hanging sensation of belonging to an in-between-place, grief, and bitterness of a tragic death that wars with innocent memories and a general coming of age in a place where cheap drugs are the only form of escapism to be had.