Rosy-hued Post-lockdown Hug Scenario
We are walking towards the pulsing pink lights. The pink lights represent the concept of the city. The pink lights represent the concept of music. The pink lights represent the dancefloors of the past. The pink lights represent desire, because of course they fucking do. You are struggling to walk because I am full-weight on you, I am all of a lean, this languid consent of it. Our arms are snaking around, this arm-snaking delight of it. This crushing mouth-shirt of it. This nose-shoulder, breathe-deep of it. This oxytocin flood of it. This aftershave tobacco gasp of it. This soft, threadbare, overwashed flannel of it. This stud pocket, rough denim of it. This someone-else’s-waist of it. This face-chest abandon of it. This solid bulk of it. This stomach to stomach of it. This proud-of-our-stomachs of it. This stubby, fat thumbrings, cold on my back of it. This furnace heat of it. This never-let-go of it. This I-am-safe of it. This I-am-safe-I-am-safe-I-am-safe.
Elizabeth McGeown (she/her) is from Belfast, Northern Ireland and has recently been featured in publications including Banshee, Abridged and Anti-Heroin Chic. She is a 2021 Pushcart Prize nominee. She has been a finalist in the All-Ireland Poetry Slam and represented Northern Ireland at the 2019 Hammer & Tongue UK Slam Finals in the Royal Albert Hall, London. She has received funding from The Arts Council of Northern Ireland and The National Lottery to work on her first full-length spoken word show.