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When you come in from the South,

the city unfolds its hot palm in front of you

The broken windows of mills on Hunslet Road

like the baring of teeth, telling commuters

to keep to their clustered territory

On the bus I receive a text saying she has climbed

off the railway bridge and onto the roof

of a carpark, is chasing pigeons and shrieking

for them to take her where they are going

LIZZI HAWKINS