DREAMING OF TIN
Looking up at the shaky, shook chandelier
rain tapping tilted tin as my toes
touch over your head.
Your single bed
in a double space.
My mum told me to stay away
Mad. Dangerous, she said.
Live in bloody caravans, she said.
Can’t read nor write
and look a bleeding sight, she said.
But she didn’t tell me
how your brown face crackled kindly like parcel paper
how your tattooed hands calmed a gas fire
how your dirty laugh made days seem minutes later
how your cosy metal box would make me a rosy gold-ringed liar.
'Dreaming Of Tin' was published in Popshot's 2nd issue, The Us & Them Issue, which has now sold out. To ensure that you never miss a future issue of the print magazine, subscribe from just £10 a year.