Without you I would not be here. You saved my life when I was 17 years old. 23 years later you have saved me in a different way.
There was something in her voice I knew;
If I could make a bed with words-
Tattoo soft inscriptions around this body and hers
Fill up the duvet case and wrap it around
Sink slowly into my meaning
I would. There lies comfort in
A woman who can understand lyrics
Interpreting, slowly as I read
Not swerving to question
but leaning into my interpretation
Wrapping the words around her
as they slide off my tongue.
Mum’s the word 