You taught me to love, showing me how to put familiar fondness in the single fondant fancy I would find, hiding in my lunch box, alongside salad sandwiches, that tasted of “Have a good day.” “Come home safe.” “You are the thing I have loved most, in this wild, wide world.” I watched you wash…

We had been together six months, when she asked me again, to tell her about myself. I thought about just handing her my press bio, running from the room, where I didn’t have to confront my coldness, and the way it blistered her beautiful skin.     Would it be such a sin, to just…

Your hand is closed over mine, as we ascend the escalator, avoiding the band aid on the banister, and my sudden affection for americanisms. It’s not a criticism, but I’m in an awful position, lobotomised by the way that your eyes, are endlessly enchanting. We are escaping. Ebbsfleet to Stratford, say the tickets on my…