Too Far West

Aristine Dobson

 

The tram carries me at midnight

It holds my secrets for me

It doesn’t tell my mother

That I kiss away

A different lover

Every day

She tells me

When I am trying to find a man

Not to look too far west

So west is where I go

At midnight in ten minutes

Glide across the rails

Take me across town

Where I tell him

To look for the girl

In the freshly pressed linen pants

 

 

Cover image: selection of graphic by Kitty Clement | @kitty.clement