Cathy

Our day is just beginning, i dance arms out wide, Burbo Bank is full of swimmers, she kills me with her thighs, next to me like twine, she twists her twisted smile, a constant cigarette brimming, drips blue water at my side, a writer isn't forgiving, I don’t say she’ll survive, her likes don't cross the line, like ships upon the tide, she isn’t made for trusting, never understands why, but always insisting, i could demand many things, Medea would use the knife, but why when you can sing, praise this time.