Poem - MAG Poetry Prize 2010
You look nice
I thought of her, sitting miles away, as we hugged
There she smiles awkwardly revealing too many teeth
An uncomfortable heartfelt glance.
A stranger talks before me mutely
As the superficial tone reaches all of her acquaintances
Bored. I wonder two thousand miles of bus journeys
To the house where awkward lives.
Vogue smiles and natters
But the water’s too shallow to swim in today
And I miss being saved.
As she walks away I throw flowers
Please pass them on to my old friend.