TURBINE | KAPOHAU

EMER LYONS

Things go dark at night

‘That must’ve hurt,’
Cried the Scottish commentator
Showing favour to Parker’s
Punches to the other guy’s face.

The last time you saw
My face it was struck red raw,
That day you wore your shame
Down town like a summer dress.

The wind disguised the pain
Leaking from your eyes, two springs of
Black crusted down the
Edges of your cheeks.

You were the heavyweight
Of the relationship, I think of you
Whenever I see the trunks banner-
Black/silver, black/white.