4/12/2017 0 Comments Poetry by Katie LewingtonCamden the morning after traipsing back across town, with laddered tights, and hangover carpet burn on elbow, bites imprint on her flesh sore from her lover she had met on Valentine's night, the worst of occasions now in search of a cafe for warmth, bacon and the day's newspaper she hoped she hadn't killed him he had been flat out she had left him snoring with the curtains open, mug of tea at the bedside and not her number scribbled on a scrap of paper which she couldn't remember anyway he had a wife that was evident in the photographs he scrolled through on his mobile phone to find the ones of his beloved bulldog he had taken her to his mate's flat he and his wife lived in Camden. Vodka, Whiskey, Rum, Wine, and Beer. we don't drink the cola with sugar in it we are told that it is bad for us and sometimes, for a month, we go dry as a challenge we give alcohol up but somehow this culture has numbed us to it and it is cool to be shitfaced too, for a night, not be in control of who touches us and it'll be OK, shush because we were drunk and I'm sorry and it won't happen again you know but it does because somehow it is weird to be sober and it is cool to be shitfaced to be at a disadvantage to slur our words and feel like I love myself and I love you and I love the whole damn world when yesterday you were ready to go why does it take alcohol to feel whole and confident with the person we are? Sore people watching in the cold interior of McDonald's we all live within our own bubble who can prick and let the pus ooze forth - only tragedy. Bio: Katie Lewington wrote her first poem aged 16. Even though, after analysing a poem for her hellish English GCSE, she vowed she would have nothing more to do with poetry. She can rarely, if ever, find a working pen to write for her and has to resort to using Word. She has published a number of books on Amazon.com and Payhip.com. She is passionate about helping independent authors find the best audience for their work and likes to listen to music, daydream, watch Cary Grant films, sniff 50 year old poetry tomes and blog. Her creative writing, and reviews, can be read at https://katiecreativewriterblog.wordpress.com
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