Sport 20: Autumn 1998
Johanna Aitchison
Johanna Aitchison
Kissing You
I kissed you,
your mouth was softer
than any mouth
I had tasted before,
your skin was soft too,
so I left my hand
upon your cheek,
though we were sitting in
the middle of a bar,
surrounded by other people,
and you were with
that boyfriend of yours,
who was not around,
right then.
My White Shirt
you remind me
of a nose bleed
on a short day
far too much blood
for such a little cut
I wore a white shirt
I prayed for rain
I walked through
the rooms
& whispered to
keep up with
the quiet
it was a sin
to stand out
a sin to shout
if you transgress
they hose you clean
in the back room
with a
running tap
with four
white walls
& easy chairs
grinning like insanity