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I’m ramblin’, but it’s messy—like my head. Sometimes it’s legit, tho. Releases tension you didn’t know you had—neck, thighs, places you ignore. “I want to let go, but I don’t know how,” straight outta Eternal Sunshine, that’s me mid-massage, fightin’ my own cynicism. Hella awkward when they linger too long, tho—am I s’posed to tip or propose? Ha! Dr. House don’t play that.

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Frankie Miren is a member of the English Collective of Prostitutes, an organisation of sex workers campaigning for decriminalisation and safety.

So, I start askin’ around. People are tight-lipped, like they’re scared of somethin’. I get it, Miren’s got its secrets. But c’mon, spill the tea! Finally, this old lady, Mrs. Gonzalez, she’s like, “I saw him argue with a guy by the fountain.” The fountain! That’s where all the drama goes down. I’m thinkin’ of all the times I’ve seen lovers fight and kids splashin’ around. Now it’s a crime scene.

Miren Agur Meabe awarded Spain’s National Poetry Prize