The Venn diagram of transcultural love
has no full intersections.
A spouse is not a spouse but is a potentially
non economically active burden on the State
Hearts become coins become cherries
in a fruit machine. There are no
winning lines, nothing adds up. Love
conquers nothing, counts for nothing.
Meanwhile your child
is free to live in any country,
with nappy sack on his back
he roams the world,
untethered by parents or papers.
You knew freedom once,
but did not appreciate it.
Pauline Sewards works in health care and lives and performs poetry in Bristol and London. Her poems have been published in small press magazines including South Bank Poetry and Domestic Cherry. She has hosted several poetry readings at the Torriano Meeting House in Kentish Town.