When I First Met Him I Said ‘There’s No Way This Will Last’
written by: Sally Armstrong
We were damaged
like parcels all worn at the edges
with brown tape
all curled up
We smoked roll ups
sipped pints of cider in pubs with no name
while we unpacked
each other
We flew to Amsterdam
saw ‘Sunflowers’ in Van Gogh’s museum
ate green Thai
all dressed up
We bought our own place
Derek Jarman’s garden moved us
to plant seeds
make roots
Sally is based in Brighton UK where she is studying part time on a creative writing course. She is passionate about writing and is interested in exploring themes of belonging and identity in short fiction and poetry.
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