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For general student, alumni and other enquiries please email
warwicklgbtuanetwork@gmail.com
For corporate enquiries, including if you would like to find out more about what a partnership or sponsorship deal with Warwick PLAN could do for early careers diversity at your business, please email
warwickplancorporate@gmail.com
If you would prefer to contact us by phone then please call one of our Co-Presidents or our Treasurer on the following numbers
Kian Cushman, Co-President: +447776254499
Thomas Fry, Co-President: +447955705655
James Thompson, Treasurer: +447857821101
You can also reach out to us via our Facebook, Instagram or LinkedIn, linked at the top of this page, through the direct messaging functionality


Sestina For Someone You Love
Poem by Millie Baldwin (she/her)

Photo: Caleb Minear / Unsplash
In the next years I don’t want anything
but you sipping through the glass straw in your
jam jar concoction, sitting on the short cut
grass beneath our bums, sun dripping onto skin,
touching elbows, talking turtles and growing
backbones, my sneezes interrupting your lips.
In the next years I only want your lips
and bad weather blocked by windows, nothing
but back to bed by 2pm where we enact growing
babies our bodies can’t have. I like your
knees because they aren’t mine, body so full of skin
they told us should feel like orange peel (cut
and paste.) In the next years I only want home haircuts,
piles of mismatched dishes, creases in our t-shirts, lips
so busy with vaseline and promises - me and my skin
will stay here until you get bored of us or until everything
ends. You are hungry so you bite my ear, metal on your
mushroom tongue. Today we’ve decided to stop growing.
In the next years I only want to start growing
a garden - we’ll have basil, bay, beans, carrots, chilis cut
fresh for the kitchen table, littered with mugs and your
jigsaw, we have half finished cigarettes on lips,
I do not ask you to die with me but you do, everything
is medicine when we’re young, there’s time to fix skin
and lungs. In the next years I only want skin
on chips, a dog and odd socks - does this mean I’m growing
older? I’ve told you I’d let you do anything
you want to me - tattoo as colouring book, cut
nails dug deep in hips, teeth caught in cracked lips.
Future me will go as far as to replace her lungs with yours.
In the next years I only want to be yours.
I have cursed you with knowing all of me - imagine onion skin,
imagine ball of wool, imagine jellyfish sting, imagine unopened lips,
imagine whisking water, imagine forever growing
into a new creature who will tell you all the things
unheard. In the next years it’ll only be you until the film is cut.