Sunday 10 April 2011

Charmed.

I saw her first
at a party
in a small town near the sea
she was a satellite
adrift and eavesdropping
searching for life.

In the days
before she leaves
I am jealous of everything
she touches
even the cat
and her old friend Ruth.
After she’s gone
I swim for hours
buoyed by a tide
of angry longing
for unknown boys
on surfboards.

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