• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 03

Is This the Look you Wanted?

It starts with flamenco
A minor chord and capo.

It starts with desire
then a warning – "caution

fold yourself up, tight."

It starts with flamenco
which ends up on street corners

where constant click-of-heels
echo down the generations.


Is this the look you wanted?
I’ve sketched myself in crosshatch.
I could be called Defiant.
Others' mark me as exotic.

Someone said I was the image
of a dry Sargasso Sea.