Friendship (Gemma White)

Posted on May 7, 2013 by in Heightened Talk

Pig's maskAt Meredith we stayed up all night

listening to doof doof cyberpunk music

and I saw you cry for the first time,

at four in the morning

bottle of ice tea and vodka in hand

I saw your real face and something changed.

Back in Melbourne some strange anxiety

compelled me to walk to your house

returning your books Equus, and

Diary of a Schizophrenic Girl,

and a men’s jacket I once borrowed

to walk home in. You said:

‘You can stay here tonight.’

Offered me Lipton and McCain’s fish fingers

and lying on separate single beds,

we shared sleep noises in the night.

In the morning, you said:

‘I have a lion mask for you,’

fetching it out of the cupboard

placing it on the back of my head:

‘Mine is the pig mask, yours is the lion mask.’

As if now some animal pact is made.