By Michael McGill
Mr Popinjay clouds my vision with pale
anecdotes and punchlines.
On his mantelpiece, he has a photograph
of himself with the Queen.
After our fuck, he strokes my chest hair
and says, “I have to go to Tesco.”
I think of him at the self-service checkout
as I walk home, feeling like a rent boy.
Michael McGill is a poet from Edinburgh, Scotland who has recently had work published by FEED, 24 Unread Messages, The Cabinet of Heed and detritus. His overheard comments and photopoems regularly appear on Twitter and Instagram. He has also performed his work on the Lies, Dreaming podcast.