Natalie Whittaker

Natalie Whittaker



I watch Jurassic Park

                                             for what must be the hundredth time      in a packed living room      all chairs and floor space taken      the volume is turned right down      and everyone’s talking over it      but I fill in the plot      and can quote all the lines      maybe across the belly      spilling your intestines      the point is you are alive      when they start to eat you      I say the seatbelts in the helicopter don’t work      and this is called foreshadowing      a mosquito is silent      trapped in amber      and stuck with a needle      spared no expense      Kate brings in some beers      stands in front of the screen      and by the time our bottles are empty      Nedry’s driving     through driving rain      in a yellow mac      towards blindness      all security systems down      you didn’t say the magic word     and Kate says we don’t need the sound on do we      you know it all      and I suppose I do      I know what it’s like to climb an electric fence      and be too scared to let go      too scared to jump off      to hold on tighter      even as the siren is wailing a warning      to let it surge to explosion      the point is you are alive      when they start to eat you      Dr Malcom is silent      bleeding on the back of a jeep      mouthing must go faster     must go faster     and I know how it feels      to hold a shattered windscreen      up against the teeth and breath      so close in the night      to flail a flare in the darkness      a distraction      and if you ask do I breed raptors      I’ll nod      and wear a white coat      and say yes      I breed raptors      my velociraptors hatching from their eggs      all crying and claws     and I cradle them      even as I hate them      and they grow      learn to open doors      doors I’ve tried to keep shut      stalk around unlit kitchens      snorting and purring      my terror reflected in a stainless steel cabinet      trapped and tap tap tapping a ladle      a distraction      but life      they say      life finds a way      you just have to wait for the helicopter      to lift you off the island





NATALIE WHITTAKER is a poet and secondary school teacher from South East London. Her debut pamphlet, Shadow Dogs, is published by ignitionpress. Natalie’s second pamphlet is forthcoming from Verve Poetry Press in Spring 2021