I am proud of wearing something superfluous,
I don’t need to reapply Ruby Woo, but I do,
habitually, after coffee, after crying, when I
fuck you, which I don’t, this is pure fantasy,
something I want to do. I meet you in a car
park of a National Trust Garden, hold your
face, tell you I love you, stand between
outstretched legs, reapply Ruby Woo. I want to
see the red of my lipstick smeared on your
face, for people to know just how much you
make me red inside.
Wendy Allen has been published in Poetry Wales and Ambit, and has poems forthcoming in Banshee, The Moth and The North. Her pamphlet, Plastic Tubed Little Bird, will be published in May 2023 by Broken Sleep.