“Dear Candida” by Jay Whittaker

I need to be blunt —
we’ve had some good times
but I’m through with you,

your white down,
stabbing itches,
systemic blossom.

You’re throwing out
death spores. There’s nothing
left for you to eat.

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Edinburgh-based Jay Whittaker’s debut poetry collection, Wristwatch, was Scottish poetry book of the year in the 2018 Saltire Society Literary Awards. The judges wrote: “The unexpected vicissitudes of human life are grafted into the natural world – animate and inanimate – creating a deeply personal and moving collection. The poems are alert and humane, even humorous when least expected.” Her poems have been published in a wide range of online and print magazines. She enjoys performing her work, and has been well-received by audiences at the StAnza International Poetry Festival and other poetry and spoken word events across Scotland.  www.jaywhittaker.uk