Month: March 2020

My wrists are duckegg white
and the water from the tap is warm
my lips feel bitten and awake
maybe I am dreaming?
I watch the mirror attentively and notice how colourful it feels just to see
I squint to remember the lights that smashed the wet streets of Galway city
I am struck by the skylit hues through the frosted glass in the bathroom window, the amber gold flaked out beyond the skies knee deep indigo is like a carp filled stream at twilight
Or the lights when you narrow your eyes at a neon sign
I am only here in shampoo and conditioner
Being normal
I am in this body and watching out the window
I am scented like Australian gum and rosewater
A million life times later I think that I am still somebody
and indigo and amber are the colours
and your eyes are like van gough stars
in pale yellow and green grey
and there’s a smokey coal coloured ring around my iris
and we just lay together in my bed since yesterday
and the sky is changing colour
and grief is a feather on the inside of each of our arms