by Siddiq Islam
Watching from a distance as she trips into a cupboard,
Tipsy as a seesaw from her mostly finished cider.
Hearing from her lipsticked lips the bastard sentence blabbered,
So desperate to relay them to the sorry girl beside her.
The whole ensemble and its liquors hear her defamation.
Watching from a distance as she screeches out the rumour.
I catch the glimpses after she has stoned my reputation.
Her fireworks of laughter, but I do not get the humour.
Too late to confront her now, she’s already departed.
I taste the second courses that my abdomen releases.
Can’t escape the noisomeness of scandal she has farted.
Watching from a distance as my name is shred to pieces.