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And she is going out tonight
and I am staying in
and I have never felt so wretched
breathless in her wake…

I imagine her two hundred miles away
behind the bullet-proof perspex 
of her pre-club routine.

She is pink-lipped PVC
a bump of Taylor
a shot of Beyonce
blue ticks piling up and no time for reply.

While I am here, 
carb-heavy, jim-jam-ready 
haunting these rooms oh so fucking badly

I’m meat paste sandwiches and funny uncles
ugly as a jailor, picking my nose.

While she is red carpet camera flashes:
On the list / jump the queue.
She is Tank Girl

And I am William Hague in a baseball cap
Bombay Bad Boy.
David Mitchell does a smug monologue on Dave
as all the mirrors bevel outwards 
and I catch myself stooping, stooping like my father.

And I can’t even picture the bar she’s in
but it’s probably like 1920s Paris:
a razor-wire back-and-forth
absinthe green, electrified.
And all the blokes are fucking Hemingway:
a dashing rugby squad of enfant terribles
the enfant terrible of Pre-op Post-feminism
the enfant terrible of Lexit Poetics
the enfant terrible of Pop-up Vietnamese Street Food
the enfant terrible of the Welsh Dark Net

Do you think you could get out of my face
I am the bottom half of the internet
And calm down a little bit?
I am the shit Morrissey says in interviews
Or are you just gonna get louder and louder?
I am Pale male and stale and Not all men
Louder and louder
I’m Piers Morgan flouncing off the set
Louder and louder
I’m Piers Morgan flouncing off the set
And then…BANG! And you’re gone



And now I can’t hear you
But I can still feel you
And the noise is all gone

And now I can’t hear you
But I can still feel you
And the noise is all gone

When I’m thinking about it, it hurts my soul
I don’t want to fight it
But you'll never know
Cos it’s not good for me, this strategy
But in time you will see
You are free

And I am Dec
Yes, I’m Dec
I’m little Dec hosting the Take Away all on me tod

gold hearted and tin-eared
a huge Valentines bear from Clinton Cards
HUG ME written across my gut
pedestaled in a window, half price come March:

Hug me

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from FOMO, released September 1, 2023

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Gemma Cullingford is a musican and producer from Norwich, UK. Formerly one half of Sink Ya Teeth and bass player in early 00's art rock band KaitO.

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