Twelve Inch Special by Anita Parmar

People experience too many mis-experiences.

We’re disconnected in some ways,

even when you are close.

I rumoured the lights in the window

were dimming and swelling,

enclosing a mystery of scandalous nature.

Study revealed there was actually nothing,

but the tinted edge of the

windscreen changing my view,

as the window ledge caused me

to squint and misconstrue.

You came back with pizza

and the whole of the sky

was an ocean of clouds

but for the small pool

with a full moon

misplaced in the middle,

bobbing up and down.

It was awful pizza, we agreed.

And I told you how, once,

my honesty was punished

while others lied freely.

You’ve never lied to me

except when it was clearly

a lie.

And you didn’t believe it was possible

“not to worry about things”,

but when you said it

somehow it sounded true.

Anita Parmar is 31, she lives in Bolton and is an ESOL tutor. She is currently a Creative Writing Masters student at the University of Bolton in her second year studying poetry.