Today I was writing on the train, embarrassed, ergo
I kept adding bracketed references (St Pancras, 2013)
And arrows to my caesurae and crossings-out.

I scrawled ‘to-do list’ and then below
Bullet-pointed all the things I’ve missed
About you. Someone asked what I was smiling for.

I told them I had a conference to go to
A conference of minds, a convention on the kiss
An innovative investment partnership. She tutted very loud.

Well, I crossed her off the page, and watched her go
Out of our business. This poem is titled with your name
To collect you from the waiting crowd.



Corinna Keefe is an archaeology student and writer. Her work has appeared in various magazines and can also be found on her blog,