And gets me in the mood 

with her microphone swinging

between thighs. I’d throw my panties,

if I wore any. Come on. Make your move. 

Dance like Elvis, scissor legs

until shaky legs, I promise I won’t 

ruffle your hair gel, only lick your sideburns

and sing the sweet butch blues.

During lockdown, Carson adopted a cat to live like an eccentric writer, but now spends most of their time salvaging the poems her keyboard paws delete – rather than actually writing them. Surviving work can be found in Fourteen Poems, Stone of Madness Press, and Kissing Dynamite, amongst others.