Sara Hirsch is a London grown poet and spoken word educator currently on loan to New Zealand. She is a former UK Slam Champion, ranked third in the World Slam Championships in 2014 and won the European Slam in Madrid in 2016. She is a TEDx speaker, has performed at Glastonbury and live on the BBC and has toured extensively, both in the UK and Internationally. Sara is the co-founder and education director for Motif Poetry in New Zealand. She has published two full-length collections with Burning Eye Books and her poetry has appeared in Journals/Anthologies across the globe. She is currently splitting her time between hemispheres, spending too much time on long haul flights and attempting to dismantle the patriarchy, one poem at a time. www.sarahirsch.co.uk @sarsbars89.
When you Skype him, you sneakily sip wine before
he has brushed the sleep away from his teeth.
It tastes bitter, like a misplaced good morning.
When you crawl into bed, aching from Wednesday,
the southern hemisphere slips out the other side
into a Thursday you have yet to meet, eyes butterfly bright,
while yours finally flap shut with relief. You briefly feel
the brush of his breath, and the warmth of his absent shape,
and you rise with habit and follow his shadow
to the bathroom, despite the darkness
and you whisper goodnight into your toothbrush
and spit it violently away and watch the water
drain into the plughole in the same predictable direction
as it always goes.