Debut

I am here
As an artist
I have my ID card
It’s official

Twentyfive years
Have passed
Since I first walked through these doors
In awe

My poster rolled up
In my sweaty palms
Guarding it in the cafe
Like a winning scratchcard

I arrive in the Exchange
An hour before opening
I didn’t want to be late
To the Tate

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