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.