Poetry by Katie Lewington

Camden

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?

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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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