I rifled through your overnight bag,
The one you’d been so proud to leave,
Pride of place, in his en suite.
Cheap everyday unguents,
Paraffin and lanolin,
Those things would not pollute my skin.
Relics of a birthday gift
From a wealthy colleague, sister, friend,
Now sampled by the woman driving your man round the bend.
Blonde Kirby grips (he prefers Brunettes),
Your shampoo, at least, is cruelty-free,
Shame the same can’t be said for me.
I replace the bag, shake my head.
I return to your man, return to your bed.
Meet the Poet!
Frances Mulholland lives and writes in Northumberland. Her debut chapbook, Indifferent Desserts, was published in July 2022 by Bottlecap Press. When not writing, she can be found spending too much money on gig tickets and baking cakes.
