I.
my face is a filter on the city –
pupils, iris, woolly hat, orange
coat reflected back
through glass, colouring concrete
II.
she’s there at the phone box
a snapshot
memorising
the pattern of keys
no one’s touched this year
hair the tarred
colour of tab ends
she exhales impatience
disguised as smoke
from thin nostrils
III.
through glass, colouring my face
a filter of concrete
reflects back in pupils, iris
the pattern of touch
no one’s memorised this year
Kate Garrett is the founding editor of Three Drops Press and Picaroon Poetry. Her writing has been widely published, and her latest pamphlet The Density of Salt (Indigo Dreams Publishing) was longlisted for best pamphlet in the 2016 Saboteur Awards. Kate lives in Sheffield with her husband, four children, and a cat who sleeps in the bathtub.