You could have been mistaken for a wet kitten
But last night I spotted you
Puddles and Streetlights
Sirening for help you lay
Lonely as the last parked car.
I wish they could have known you
That night Mummy rolled scarlet on her lips
Tightening bra strap like they were a corset
Begging body to squeeze sizes smaller into a seductive cocoon
Set to fluidly move hips and accept drinks until
men became liquid
and he did.
He was all charm
Careful hands clasping foreign fingers like a first date
Whispered favourites and allergies and giggled
He was allergic to cats
Warring with the vibrations of the blues
the club speakers shouted
his lies won the race to her ear drums
and they raced to the cab.
When she woke her dress resembled an animal at the foot of the bed
He was allergic to cats
In that moment she understands why they call it the mourning after pill
Grief suffocates her stomach and shaky hands replace the all black dress
She doesn’t remember your fathers face
or his name
Just his allergies
I wish they could’ve known you
Hidden between skyscrapers and highlighted by a street lamp
you lay beautifully frozen
Having been bitten by December’s teeth and spat out amongst it’s rain
She would’ve called you Catherine
He’d have nicknamed you Cat
