365 Poems – 182: Everybody I’ve Ever Met (Rough First Draft)
Everybody I’ve Ever Met
I’m everybody I’ve ever met,
here, in London, under a bridge
I can’t remember the name of,
slowly eating a black spotted banana.
It was the only food I could afford,
from a little wooden stall, disguised
as something you’d find outside a
village hall in a rural part of the country.
I slowly sip tea out of a recycled
cup. It was on the board as belonging
to the builders.
Down here, they put two bags in.
Up North, we just leave one for longer,
then squeeze it dry, until it doesn’t
leave a stain between finger tips.
I’m everybody I’ve ever met-
unrealistic and starry eyed,
imagining what it would be like
to be able to afford that four pound
vegetarian scotch egg.
Then, do the unimaginable and meet
the Thames, face to face.
I imagine a peace under the water.
I imagine the grime on top
is just a reflection of our insecurities
and fears. Underneath, the water
is crystal clear, skulls and femurs clean.