Under the doorway, a line of light divided
me from blue wool sweaters, jumbled scarves,
tubs of dust and bric-a-brac.
like the smudge of mayonnaise on your lips
at the burger place with great varieties
of fried potatoes.
a tartan curtain pulled over the clearest day.
A garden thumping with life at the edges.
A sea too cold to swim in—
that moment when you left my flat
the sound of footsteps rising behind you
like smoke from a blown-out candle,
exactly like that.
Carly Brown is studying for her Doctorate of Fine Art in Creative Writing at the University of Glasgow. She's written a children’s picture book, I Love St Andrews, and a short poetry chapbook of ‘slam’ poems, Grown Up Poetry Needs to Leave Me Alone. She's currently working on her first novel. You can find her website: here.