Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
I Fell in Love on the Northern Line
Avocados... by Becky Watson
"Avocados are my favourite fruit"
I am tired of trying to make the breath
Escape from these shallow thin lips
That have spent so long muttering the worth
Of those patient lines of virtue.
"I could sleep forever in this soiled safe"
I see a dozen women parading together
My own feet are barely recognised within
They include themselves amid a woman's world
Walking amongst the sky high scrapers
Amongst their sky high shoes.
"A dreary and wasted life for a girl"
It was the Rosenburgs that made me worry
There was a beginning of these feelings
Though I tried to loose them long before
New York took its toll offering maturity
That no one seemed to tender but would take.
"I am going for a long walk"
Conventional boredom seemed to haunt me
Hypocrisy belittled my imagination
I found that truth was a mirage against
The thundering rain of my purist notions.
"No raincoat is ever water-repellent"
I bled away some of my fierce identity so that
Against a new backdrop of homecoming delights
I couldn't bear the regime and my words
And voice became so quiet they died inside.
"You can't coddle the sick people"
I could sleep forever in a darkened hole
I would find a slit of light and burst it
Against my ashen skin until each
Breath was taken and I found myself
Pressed between the sheets with merely
Tulips to suggest the world was spinning.
"I wonder what I thought I was burying"
Love hurts a little when you do it right...
Becky Watson
Posted: December 2007. Copyright: Becky Watson.