INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY

A POEM BY PRUDENCE CHAMBERLAIN

The train back into London

is empty of commuters

because it’s past six & I’m

sure everyone but me has plans

for international woman’s day

 

I get in & pour a glass

of something large &

opened yesterday

then sit down in front

of the television to

watch some art house

about a prostitute &

a wife

it’s very French

 

& Oh but sweet

Mother of God

I want to be

Emanuelle Beart’s

coffee cup

but

I’ve lost my heart

to something unreal

again:

I love you like a sip on

ceramic feels; Ahmed’s

affect theory; the feel

of plastic covered library

books;

 

I’m in on a Friday; I’ve been

working too hard

& I enjoy nothing

unproblematised

 

I cry over a poem rejected

from AngryDykeFeminists.com;

it was my most serious work

but small one – you’d tell me –

rejection will come always

don’t read it as gendered

 

you text to ask what I’m doing

can you come over & it’s nothing

so why not                 you’d be fun

to do this evening when the film ends

 

 

Artwork © EVA-MARIE ELG

Stylist: HANNA RUBIN

 

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