Lessons

However we circle each other now,
caged in a fight where the whistle never blows,
 
however I've left you
in pebble-hard quiet,
your tongue rolling around gobstopper words
like fuck off and cunt
 
however you contract
at the press of my hand
in the small of your back,
 
you taught me that I could step out of my costume
of eyeliner, glitter
and tight-buttoned colour,
 
that I could be pajamad, ridiculous
 
and loved.


Rowena Knight

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