Tonight, we are watching ‘Hannah Montana: The Movie’
and I eat
crisps, custard creams, cookie dough bites.
And he eats:
white chocolate Milky Bar buttons.
Tonight, we are watching ‘Pirates of the Caribbean’
and I eat Rolos, raisins, rice crispie treats.
And he eats-
white chocolate Milky Bar buttons.
I ask for one
and he shares.
Tonight, we are watching ‘The Godfather Part II’
and I eat
Skittles, Snickers, sour gummy worms.
And he eats
white chocolate Milky Bar buttons.
He offers one
which I take.
Tonight, I have listened to The Cure
and I don’t want to eat
or talk
or watch anything
except the videos of her
pushing my pram and wiping drool off my chin
as she fed me. I am crying,
and he waits, holding a packet of
white chocolate Milky Bar buttons.
Tonight, I have listened to The Smiths,
the jangly, jarring riffs that I remember
from before I could see out of the car window.
White chocolate melts slowly on my tongue
like a summer cloud
as I remember who was behind the camera.
“Still I’d leap in front of a flying bullet for you.”
by Sofia Macchi Watts