I found him in a place
with an endless ringing
like the noise of an alarm clock
his body hot as blankets
a bad place
with gaps in the walls that let in a light
smoke and I couldn’t see his face
skin touched my skin
it changed
I found you in a different place
and now have two names
and two monograms to prove it
two mistakes
Lydia Allison is a Sheffield-born poet whose current writing stems from a love of weddings and wonky romances. She is a member of Writing Squad 8 and has appeared a number of times both online and in print, including two of Pankhearst’s Slim Volumes (This Body I Live In and No Love Lost). She enjoys a range of modern and contemporary writers, particularly female American poets. Her other favourite things in life are the Yorkshire countryside and cake for breakfast. Follow her on Twitter @LydiaAllison13 and find more poems, stories, and links here: lydiaallison.wordpress.com.