Scared That He’ll Get Caught Without a Second Thought by Amra Khan
Remember when Cillian flipped
through a Canadian phonebook
looking for Kristin Kreuk
and when her mother picked up
apologising Kristin was out,
probably filming, Cillian’s heart
didn’t even skip a half beat
instead, cool as April rain, he left
a message to say he loved her
interpretation of Lana Lang
in Smallville and should her feet
ever kiss Irish soil, a pint
waiting in Dublin — and hung up.
That eve, we leered at each
bright star sparkling over the city,
even ones guarded by mist
and asteroids like angry fathers,
feeling like they had grown
close, in touching distance; somehow
Cillo had pulled them down
to fields we sat in sipping cheap beer
as passing cars lit each lick
of grass, ripe with rain, drops
sparkling, also in touching distance,
laughing like now we could
have anyone we wanted — though
we never tried.
~ Inua Ellams
