what you mean to me
wiping tears with drink coasters in soho
revolving around how you’ll both leave and stay
men in the window you kissing my jaw by the pints
i didn’t drink by the ashtray asking when
the arrogance of thinking that anything could be mine
a day later you’re in l.a. picking out cars with the magic
only money can buy
blooming in your vision that we’d find would never come
i’m good at what i do
convincing me and you
taking the tube but never really being there
falling in love with the stranger in the fubu
my neighbour in the kitchen fixing
dinner for his children as an old tired clown
in a fresco of a heaven
forgetting how i left you
sighing out my shoes
my housemate missing calls
and hearing porn behind the drywall
Andrew Keyman is a poet and artist from Bracknell, England. he was raised by his mother after his father was imprisoned for paedophilia. His work examines religion, goodness and the British working class. He was featured in Bottled Water Research (2019). Instagram: @andrewkeyman