Self-Mythology
Do you remember when we kissed, cold-
tongued, eating strawberry ice cream on the pier;
the whole sky a gull’s shrill scream, the sea
grey and untelling, the boardwalk a film set
cardboard cutout, our silhouettes the only two
holding ice creams
Sometimes I wonder if each time you taste
that flavour: chemical pink, sucrose sweet,
I am summoned to your mind
like some kind of goddess
of artificial fruit
Zoe Raven
