Dirty White Everything
The worst thing you ever did
was to make me feel self conscious
about the scar on my left arm.
As if someone had told me
my favourite clothes
didn’t suit me.
Or my over rehearsed dinner party anecdote
I can only imagine you now
covered in blood,
looking like you fell out of purgatory.
Dirty white everything,
dull as prescription drugs.
They tell me I fall in love too easily.
Sharing beds with conveyor-belt idiots,
breathing like two junkies
into each other.
But I have held him sober,
and seem to be the only one who knows,
man never really set foot on the moon
unless he took off his boot
and felt it between his toes.
(Dirty White Everything unashamedly throws the situation of moving from one relationship quickly onto the next into a bright light and supports a 'no regrets' attitude to falling in love too easily.)
An illustration to accompany this intriguing poem by Emily Harrison, published in Popshot magazine's power issue April 2012