He gets up and goes into the bathroom, I lie there window breeze on my eye-lids still as painting now my breath not enough to steam a mirror I think of all women through the ages who have lain still like this afterwards caught on canvas or memory or lost now empty and free filling that moment feet warm at last
Bio: Charlotte Oliver is a writer who lives in Scarborough, Yorkshire. She was the commissioned poet for BBC Radio York’s Make a Difference campaign and her work have been published widely. She has poems upcoming in Cape Magazine’s Bitches Get Stuff Done, Green Teeth’s Yorkshire Anthology, Black Bough’s Winter edition and Ice Floe’s Pandemic Love Anthology.
She tweets at @charlotteolivr