Lisa Ray Instagram – I was a crooked girl with a patchy pedigree and a taste for the discoloured corners of the soul. There’s more to it, of course, when you’re made of matter when bones and blood and marbled thighs can’t prevent drenching desires from flooding a world baptised by doubt. I used to think it very important to know how to debone Dover sole, then came across off duty waiters, who looked like all the damaged lovers I’d ever known. So I tried to straighten out by bending into the edges of things but the furies took it personally and withdrew their support of my deficiencies and everyone knows there’s no eulogy for beauty. I drank to uncommon ruin while a fire scorched footpaths in my head laying waste the eclipse of love by the thoughts that led me astray. Now I have become patience. Everyday I fail, I fall. I press bone on bone, bone on masonry and I don’t take it personally when the shop attendant leaves me to answer the phone. She knows there are no sacred egos. Now I am one of those. – lisaraniray @protestpoet