Pink Walls

We used to set his television screen so that it sang blue

A brute bright blue that consumed us with the rest of the room

We lay and we memorised miles and miles of each other’s blue skin

And we loved under a glacial glare

Then she told me that her favourite place in the world has pink walls

She read it to me in a poem she wrote when she was drunk

I went home and covered all my bedroom lights in pink plastic bags

And cried blue tears into a new blushing sky

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By Alice Graham

With accompanying artwork by Florence Bennett