Girl With One Track Mind (Sexhunters)
I Fell in Love on the Northern Line
Losing It To David Cassidy by Catherine Smith
That hot evening, all through our clumsy fuck,
David smiled down from the wall. His ironed hair,
American teeth. Eyes on me, his best girl.
And his fingers didn't smell of smoke, he didn't
nudge me onto my back, like you did, grunting
as he unzipped his jeans, complaining
you're so bony, and demanding, Now you do something -
hold it like this. David took my virginity
in a room filled with white roses, having smoothed
the sheets himself, slotted 'How Can I Be Sure?',
into the tape machine. And when we were done
he didn't roll off, zip up and slouch downstairs
to watch the end of Match of the Day with my brother,
oh, no, not David. He washed me, patted me dry
with fat blue towels, his eyes brimful of tears.
Posted: June 2008. Copyright: Catherine Smith.
Losing It To David Caddidy is from Catherine Smith's book, Lip, published by Smith/Doorstep Books, The Poetry Business, The Studio, Byram Arcade, Westgate, Huddersfield HD1 1ND, priced £7.95.