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One New Voicemail, 18:41

By Matthew Hopkins

Just wanted you to know it’s never-ending, this. The cancer grows and dad gets smaller.

I couldn't sleep last night and I was thinking about February. You drove three hours

through a thunderstorm to get me. We thought we were going to die on the motorway

and you said that’s the last thing we need. I could smell the rain from the third floor of

the hospital.

Come March, your funeral shirt got too big and ulcers fell out of my mouth every time I

opened it. I filled the gaps in my spine with anti-homeless spikes but it did nothing —

you still live there. Dad said you’d come around.

When we watched his dad, his brother, his mum, die of the same thing, he said shoot

me before I ever get that ill. It's the one thing I hope he doesn’t remember.

I spent today pulling teeth from the tumour. Just wanted you to know.


Matthew Hopkins (he/him) is a transgender poet and writer based in the Midlands, with a degree in English Literature with Creative Writing from the University of Manchester. He writes about music, queerness, and ghosts. He is a loving father to about four houseplants and a dog the size of an underachieving horse. You can find him on Twitter and Instagram.


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