Helen Bowell
Lobster
Here’s one from near the end:
barman cooking with no music on
no wine no candles and the knives are blunt
so he slips and nips himself chopping onion
fuck! I told him the most dangerous
item in the kitchen is a blunt knife but
I sit on the sofa not letting the news in
the TV offering Gardener’s World The Chase Friends
and I know that statistically
right now someone’s watching
Rachel get off the plane
I want to ask what they’d do in her nice shoes
it’s just not a good look to stunt your career
for some jealous guy who lied about divorcing you
dated his student called another your name
at the altar maybe that one’s okay still
and the barman who’s done none of these things
is fumbling with the onions his finger gushing
and something clunks to the floor
fuck! fucking fuck!
and I think about the knife-sharpener that’s in the drawer
and I think about the robots listening to us
and answering Bradley Walsh’s question about Edvard Munch
The Scream I say out loud The Scream
HELEN BOWELL is London-based poet and producer. She is a co-founder of Dead [Women] Poets Society, and an alumna of The Writing Squad, the London Writers Awards and the Roundhouse Poetry Collective. She won a Bronze Creative Future Writers’ Award in 2020.