Christmas Eve

“Ow, ow, ow”
The balls of your feet hop
“It’s cold, it’s cold, it’s cold”
on my bathroom tiles
as if they were hot coals.

Today we’ve slept in
and stood up the sun.
You’re outraged.
“What the fuck, it’s four pm”
Sorry babe.

“I love my city, my city isn’t pretty but I love it”- Polarbear

My relationship with Camden Town
has been the same since year seven
I keep my head down and avoid attention.

When with you
I’m wearing a cowboy hat 
that’s pink and glittery.
Love is fear is, vulnerability

While walking down a busy high street
and telling you a (funny) story
“Uh I think thats”
I step on a used nappy
“That’s… a nappy”
Ruined my punchline.

You look mortified
I’m looking down
I look at you
You smile, start laughing
I smile.


I love strolling through
Tesco Metros and
Sainsbury locals,
something meditative
about searching for
the yellow reduced stickers,
ingredients forcing my hand
to try out something new.
Saving my money like it’s
perpetually bleeding out
in an alleway.

We’re looking for pinto beans
to make Christmas Pupusas.
They’re from Salvador, 
you’re from Mexico but 
your mum made them 
when she was young.
Reminds you of home.
and right now,
that’s what
You need most.

The world food section
in the
Big-budget,
Block-buster,
Super-Market.
Is half an aisle

Reminds me of films that have seven 
superheroes protecting the whole world
and the best defence for diversity 
is to say at least one of them is green.

The closest thing to south America is
the Old El Paso Crunchy Taco Kit.
”So, no pinto beans?”
Sorry babe.

We’re making a vegan macaroni and cheese
and accidentally put in too much salt.
It tastes less like food and more like the sea.
We then go to my room and have fight
But don’t have the heart so it turns into a cry

”How’s this going to work”
are we chatting about the pasta or life?
Back on the wall. Slide down
Hands in head, bum on the ground.
In love, and don’t want to be out 
In trouble, and can’t figure it out.

hey, hey…
You ever wonder what kind of pigeon you’d be?
Christmas isn’t for stressing,
we’ll try the food tomorrow, 
Let’s have a cuddle and watch T.V. 

We've been in a Tory Government for so long it's ruined our sex lives

We’re not fucked till we’re
a quivering mess, face first
In a puddle of cum and sweat.
Still dizzy from The heights 
of heartbreak
All the view did was
Make us feel small.
Gargling a strangers piss
Because the rush comes
From the fall.

Daddy this, daddy that.
All our daddy’s did us bad
But open arms every time
Daddy comes back
And daddy never comes good
said we’d never talk again
But he sends the right texts
Turning up at the door
forgetting roses, chocolates
and all the promises said
Thinking the best we can get
Is a foot on the neck and 
A kiss on the forehead.