By Cara Brennan (U.K.) Published in Issue 22.
I would wait up for you, I’d wash my hair,
put the make-up on so it would look like
I wasn’t wearing any but looked better
than wearing none and sit
on my bed reading, watching catch-up TV
Until you texted ‘hey! I’m outside x.’
That bit was never a surprise
I’d trained myself to know
the sound, you getting out of a taxi;
an engine muted
a door slam
I couldn’t be mad if you were late
we were so new
you weren’t yet mine,
you changed my candlelit scowls
with cherry beer in bed.
We would familiarise our day
tearing wrappers from bottles,
alternate sips and kisses before dawn
where I would fold
the scrunched red into paper cranes
and hold them after you left.
Cara Brennan is 21 and was born in Harrogate, North Yorkshire she now lives in Newcastle where she is in her final year studying English Literature. Her poetry has been published in Pomegranate, The Cadaverine and The Beat as well as being commended in the 2009 Aesthetica Works Competition. In 2010 she read her poetry at Ilkley and Morley Literature festivals and she is currently in Writing Squad Five who are working with Simon Armitage on the Stanza Stones Project.
Cara's pamphlet Destroyed Dresses is now available from Valley Press.