Tia Maria

tia maria

Image © Kathrine Sowerby 2016

 

by Kathrine Sowerby February 1, 2016

 

The party is on the top floor of a tower block
and we are drunk, Tia Maria. Does it matter
 
if one person falls from the balcony? Two? If
the children get to school on time? The dog
 
is full of puppies and neither of us know
what we are doing at the end of the corridor—
 
something to do with mathematics—or what
we are going to do, but her eyes trust me
 
and I can feel life moving inside her. I know
the French for mascara—deep and layered
 
as the blankets wrapped around my body.
The cat sleeps in the curve of my back. Music
 
flicks in time with the movement of my wrist
and my lashes clot on the third application.
 
Where are you now, Maria? The room is bare
but full of dancing and I can’t find you—naked
 
as the light bulb that swings and swings
to the beat of a magpie’s wings.
 
__________
 

Kathrine Sowerby is a writer and home educator living in Glasgow. She curates and makes fourfold and her chapbooks include Unnecessarily Emphatic (Red Ceilings Press, 2015) and Margaret and Sunflower (dancing girl press, 2016). kathrinesowerby.com

 

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