After You Tell Me
Sophie Furlong Tighe
I point tourists to your apartment instead of the museum. I tell
them they’ll have to knock twice. I spit in your drink when
you visit me at work. I write your phone number on a
telephone pole. I say the party starts an hour early. I open
your window and put a plate of honey on the table. The flies
take wing and and build houses on your mantelpiece. You
don’t believe in stars, but I send you a horoscope that reads:
redemption. I tell your mother what you did. I don’t beg
permission or forgiveness. I don’t ask if you’re alright, I just
keep feeding the flies.
Sophie Furlong Tighe is a Drama and Theatre Studies student at Trinity College Dublin. She was once a slam poet, a twice winner of Dublin’s Slam Sunday, and a finalist in the Grand Slam. Now she writes things on pages, and has published in Not Where I Belong and Dodging The Rain.