Sicilian Descent London Boy
Sewing down the front of my blouse
so my tits don't pop out
Eating nothing for dinner
and rushing out the door
half an hour late
in high heels
to meet Jack
He's the Sicilian descent London boy
with sad black eyes and eyelashes like a horse
He's wearing a brown leather jacket
and calls it an organised fashion crime
He kisses my thighs because he loves my legs
and pushes his face into my breasts while I sit on his lap
His mouth at my armpits
he breathes in my sweat
because he's the kind of guy that wants to bury his face between a woman's legs till he suffocates
Animal hard he's hot in his jeans and they fill out in the most pornographic way
and I go home feeling depressed in my tight white blouse
High heels hurt
I have to get up early
and there was nowhere for us to fuck.
Above all of this
and most pressingly
I'm pretty certain
he doesn't love me.
(first published by New River Press 2018)
