Our new day-glow orange shower curtain
Casts an inappropriately erotic light over the bathroom.
I get in the shower, feeling like I should tuck a fiver into its folds.

The curtain clings to my leg, climbing its way up.
It has decided to make love to me,
This erotic shower curtain.

I cannot go through with it, I peel it off me
Push it away.
“Filth curtain”, I say.
I shave my armpits in the awkward silence.

My Dirty Beauty

Himalayas of crispy clothing,
The scenery of your room.
A baked-in smell of chiropody.
Flowerbeds of mould, in bloom.
A Kitkat packet between the toes.
Spoons and bowls, married together.
Brown stains at home on every wall
As if each one had been there forever.

Snot-encrusted toilet paper.
Cups of fudge, once cups of tea.
But through it all I just see you,
My very Dirty Beauty.

For Lewis