by Christopher Lloyd
for KY, after EB
gold sirens and incense
above the bed a poster
camo green eyes hold heavy
jewellery strikes tealights
tattoos I fail at
stories of fathers lost
at sea thin curtains
shade the wharf
barely bed enough
for your laughter
on and on
you show up
unannounced
teabags nails pink
shimmer like the time
we danced for hours
shots stuck in clothes
ambiguous girls grind
your platforms
naked on the street
unlayered lips purple
mum’s texts cinnamon
bark replaying
our hands never not still
…
[Christopher Lloyd (he/him) writes on and teaches contemporary literature and culture. His poems and stories have appeared in Fruit Journal, Impossible Archetype, —algia and elsewhere; his micro-chapbook, PUT MY HEART DOWN, is published this year by Ghost City Press. He tweets @clloyd9.]
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