Over Paella

Over Paella

My favourite dish ruined by silence,

the kind that echoes and rattles

across the table until the anxiety

crawls up your neck and strangles you of all compassion.

Empty pan that smells of a giddiness on Las Ramblas

long since forgotton.

I look at the open mussel shells and understand how it must feel

to have someone consume what's inside and then leave you to rot.

How to be full again? I ask the Rioja

'Drink me dry, get up and leave'

It replies.  

Lover

Lover

Bristol

Bristol