black coffee drunk cold
I rehearsed
the conversation we should have had
what you would say
what I would answer
where it would happen
what I would wear I decided
it would be a sunny day spring early
morning that could turn
blood warm later. You'd say Hey
fight for the right words
the nice words
the million dollars words
and I would remember the exact tilt
of your head looking down and left when
ashamed. You would apologise for how
you left it last time we got together
I'd say fuck you in my head and
smile. The date
would be short
awkward
and we'd both leave not having said
one word that is true
You stand just so
sunny morning spring early and
your face glows like night & dark & pain
have never been borne. It's real
life and all I can think
is my leg touching
your leg from hip to thigh and
I don't know if it burns
a carbon copy that's smudged
in all the right places. I remember
jumping off a cliff.
Myriam San Marco is a poet, promoter and creative writing facilitator. As the Bournemouth Poet Laureate, she has been leading a creative writing and development programme for local writers with the support of Bournemouth Libraries and continues to support poetic initiatives in local schools. She founded Word Makers and Silence Breakers in 2016 and curates a bi-monthly spoken word night at Chaplin's cellar bar. She can be been found performing on street corners, in bookshops, at carnivals, on festival stages and at poetry events. Her debut collection, Sakura, was published by Burning Eye in June 2018.
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