Tanya

Her day is just beginning, she dances in the tide, fresh and alive and kicking, she kills me with that spin, next to me like a bride, twists her lips like shillings, around a constant cigarette, tobacco blonde full of lies, a dancer not famous yet, like the sea off Burbo Bank, her smile beams estuary wide, arriving where my heart sank, she isn’t from Ireland, who never left a family’s side, but came here alone, a Medea used to thrilling, who knows when she can ride, you need demand anything, sunlight,water,sky.