I want a boyfriend
Who lives in a big house
At the end of the street
On the harbour
With smooth stone steps
A stained-glass door
Where his mother is waiting
Arms outstretched
Asking about the traffic
And what wine I want to drink
His father loves me too
Privately
Behind the silk curtains and the marble walls
Cabinets full of liquor
Wondering if he could’ve had me
When he was young and beautiful like his boy
In his best dressed
Staring out at a world that belongs to him
My boyfriend has a room
On the second storey
Little palace tucked away
Facing that calm body of water
Kissed and fed by soft moonlight
Where we embrace quietly
In his king sized bed
And lie intertwined
When I leave in the morning
The teary farewell
I bow down to that big house
Filled with small people
Performing life with such clean precision
So far away from what I know is real
Too perfect I cannot stay
The place where I am praised
For killing the beating heart
Originally published in Woroni Vol. 72 Issue 3 ‘Consumed’