Pink lips came over to our table while we ate dinner
said hello to her friend in front of me
leaned on the table with one hand
the other on her hip
she told us about her son, job, salad,
her tipple and her very old pink vintage bottle.



Adjoa Wiredu is a writer from London, she writes poetry and creative non-fiction about place, lived experiences, and intersectionality now. Her debut poetry collection will be published by Jacaranda, October 2020. Her writing can be found on Irisi, Silver Birch Press, and Gal-dem.