Artwork: Karen Dennison
When you text, you said you’d bring a radiator key
and suddenly you’re my knight in shining armour –
you can conquer lands, slay dragons
with your sword. And I fell in love with your words,
the Yes, I have one, and the I’ll put it in my bag.
Here is my hero at the end of a phone,
texting me all the wooing words a girl needs,
now it’s winter and snowing outside.
When you left, the radiator still needed bleeding,
air locked between pipes and room:
a word, a sentence, a message.
I listened to the gasp
when I turned the key,
but couldn’t quite hear what you said.
First published in Obsessed with Pipework