For My Oldest Friend

Tight coil of hair, you are my

Popping candy

Beautiful and vulnerable

With one hundred Barry M shades

And we attract men, of course we do

A pair of grinning teenage waifs

Stray cats glowing in the strobe

You wear a Topshop dress and seven inch platforms

I wear some mismatched secondhand jumble

Hey big spender

We develop a taste for Southern Comfort, two ravenous hummingbirds

Seeking hedonism

I sleep safely in your bed most nights

I reveal the ugly animal part of myself only to you and

We try to protect each other

A golden thread, thousands of miles long

Will always connect us

Florence Hutchinson is a writer, artist and mother living in West Yorkshire. 
Florence Hutchinson.substack.com