Sleeping over at your house
Overheated in my all in one
The heat all rose to the top
So, I slept in my vest
And I didnʼt cry this time.
Neither did She
As her phone slipped through the bannister
Six steps down on newly varnished stairs.
Never stopped being scared of your gate
Or your mam
Vol-au-vents with ham and mushroom and cream
Went cold. Rumours and lies told
About them and never us
A second family if I ever had
One too many mars bars and
Sweat stinking teens crammed onto
Futons and double beds
Where dust riddled every filigree detail of
Mattress spreads, and put my full weight
On the protruding spine of my best friend.
At the time, for us those
Lines were always blurred but
Nothing occurred, hating each other
And never saying a word.
And looking back I thought I had missed it all.
The wild romances,
The stubbornness and flames that burnt us out.
But these shaking passing moments,
And our long forgotten screams of fury
And crashing unfiltered happiness.
Captured on a now destitute machine.
Seem to say that
Maybe it was not all in vain.
Any deep chest sobs
Any uncontrollable laughter
Our muscles stretched and pulled and pushed
against each other.
And showed us
What we thought we already knew.
Love and other grown up things.
in St. Brigid’s in Callan. I’m involved in the drama
society in my college and have an interest in