Platform 1
Darling, each day it gets harder
to remember you kindly.
I belong to nowhere.
These new cities smell of cashmere, moonlight
the perfume of dead relatives.
You smell of my fear, milk spots, paracetamol.
The reason I delight in needles.
The reason he lays blazing in a fever.
Small summers for the boy in yellow
who smirks at me from the train tracks
as the sun glows red through the smog.
He is feeding the chickens,
watching the foal fall down
in the fields,
the rabbits spring away from hunger,
my eyes rolling back into my head.
Heading home at dawn.
Darling, each day it gets harder
to remember you kindly.
I belong to nowhere.
These new cities smell of cashmere, moonlight
the perfume of dead relatives.
You smell of my fear, milk spots, paracetamol.
The reason I delight in needles.
The reason he lays blazing in a fever.
Small summers for the boy in yellow
who smirks at me from the train tracks
as the sun glows red through the smog.
He is feeding the chickens,
watching the foal fall down
in the fields,
the rabbits spring away from hunger,
my eyes rolling back into my head.
Heading home at dawn.