Morning After

by Mathilda Armiger

A Golden Shovel after‘Party Piece’ by Brian Patten

 

let’s

 

forget it           how we cut flares like night steamers          the way we can clip and unclip

 

each other’s bright wires        worm our currents down to earth         our

 

tongues cracked static all over            chewing our minds

 

eyes open lips seizing fluoride &

 

glinting like meat                                                                                     let

 

me forget the colour behind your teeth        how you tumble 

 

open your mouth and free 

 

your humours like acid in a washing machine cycle                tight as ligaments             let me lose the 

 

mad

 

ache and spit of parabolic skin                  mangled

 

limbs                      and the after       two milky crocodiles

 

soaking scumskinned on the calm of

 

 the ceiling                   thinking how, with all the letters we pulled out of the soup in my sternum                           i dared to spell                  love