The Media Man
I met a man at your party, who said
he held a key that could open the latch
of any door, anywhere in the world
and watch the red mess living creates hatch
from its own detritus and then lock it
inside again, letting it punch-pummel
cold walls, its voice unheard as its vowels slit
themselves from stale rooms as he drank low-ball
whisky chasers while casually talking
to me— in the way he’d touch me later
and slide his tongue over my mouth keying
my breath with kisses’ silence to smother
me with his history and his story
sucking at almost all I had to say.
©2023 Jenny Middleton All rights reserved.
Jenny is a working mum and writes whenever she can amid the fun and chaos of family life. Her poetry is published in several printed anthologies, magazines and online poetry sites. Jenny lives in London with her husband, two children and two very lovely, crazy cats.
You can read more of her poems at her website: https://www.jmiddletonpoems.com