Window Seat

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


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 JournalImpossible Archetype—algia and elsewhere; his micro-chapbook, PUT MY HEART DOWN, is published this year by Ghost City Press. He tweets @clloyd9.]