Thinking of her by Fiona Goodwin

My brain doesn’t light up when I see a man
Except for firemen
I tried to switch it on
With pretty dresses and
Wholesale agreement
I ironed his shirts
I slept with him
And whilst his presence was comforting
I was disturbed by my lack of response
Oh and revulsion.
Not so much at him but
Because I was making love
thinking of her.