While we were walking by the Oxford Canal
He told me it is illegal
To look through a woman’s bedroom window
I tried to jump off the bus
His restraining hand
Made me fall
I was too shy to say
I wanted a pee
I broke up with him
It was the juice
Of criminal desire
He said he had a car
But I
Had claustrophobia
Otherwise I’d not be here
My hair floated so far out
I fished up
You
My hip bones stuck out
Like two sharp knives
Like the cliffs at West Bay
I was very light
Even had a flame
I did not know I was desirable
Like a semi detached house
But eventually
I got it.
I mean you
