Freezer Delight from Space Junk by Sam Lou Talbot

FREEZER DELIGHT

I saw you in the freezer aisle making eyes at the broccoli, I was surprised I thought you were a meat eater, but I must have been wrong cause you sure looked like you were going along with the marketing bods. And anyway, I don’t do my shopping on a Thursday night, so I took it, this freezer delight as destiny that I was to meet you that night, that we’d cross eyes by the cauliflower it’s got potassium. Or flavonoids that can make me look younger than me. But I’ve got to eat them with the skins on to make any difference, to make me feel young. I gotta munch ‘em, it’s no good peeling it off, and what about you? Do you wanna come home with me? I’m in the Audi, I’m not proud of it, but I haven’t got a mum or dad with disposable income. I never had any hand me downs. Never had any legs ups. Never had any contacts who could build me up. Did it all on my own. And then I met you in the supermarket and we all disappeared. And I thought about what Slavoj Žižek said about how we fall in love and all our systems are designed for ‘love without the fall’. All our systems are designed for ‘love without the fall’. But what if I want the fall? Will you be so kind to pick me up off the floor to make my shoes shine? Will you be so kind? Will you be so kind? Will you be sublime? Will you be sublime if I lie down now by the open my legs what do you see? Not privilege. There’s nothing inside of me except what you see. And all of me is here for you to hold. And I don’t ever want to get old. And I don’t ever want to get old. What about you? Do you love me too? And what about you? Will I be like glue to you? Or will I start to bug you? Once you’ve taken me off a pedestal and seen my flaws at four in the morning. You know me not, probably, but nobody does. I’m an enigma to myself. I’m kind of indulgent all alone. And I don’t want to wake my neighbour up with my mobile phone. And you, what about you? Do you want to love me, like I love you? Do you wanna’ get down the freezer aisle? In Asda come a Thursday night. It was just a little fantasy that came between you and me. It passed me by in aisle 15. And I don’t ever want to see your face again. And I don’t even want to see. When we were loving one another’s bodies into the early hours. Waking beside the water. I could have turned in to a mermaid if you’d have held me any other way than what you did. I want to feel like meat between your teeth. And you did, you held me the way I like to be held. How did you know what does it for me? I know other man who can do it that way. I’m a problem to you and I’m a problem to all who know me. And I’m a problem to you and I’m a problem for all to see. But I’m made of water and fire and carbon. I dropped out of the sky one fine night when there was an earthquake. And some kind of light in the sky I didn’t know, and some bright, bright star. And I fell from it. A thousand feet. Ten thousand feet. Fifty thousand feet. Five hundred thousand feet. Five thousand, thousand feet. Five million feet. Five zillion billion feet. But you caught me in my sleep. They say stardust, it don’t weep. And I love you in my sleep. And I love you, I just can’t keep it all inside me. Cause I might weep on the inside, and I’m not made of tears, I’m not blue, I’m red. If you open me up, you could taste me, I hear I taste good, just a little salty. But I am ready to love you. And I’ve been closed to the world for quite some time. I’m a girl and I’ve been hurt before. Now I mend no more. And I am broken in. And I am pleased for you. And do you wanna’ go shopping with me. We’ll buy diet-Coke and a movie. And we will drive home, and I will look for. Venus’ trajectory on my mobile phone. I’ve gotta’ download a dark sky app, I know it’s on there. You just drive. And if you want to pull over, then it’s your prerogative. I won’t try to control you ‘cause I’m just a passenger. And you are going to take the back road, I know it, I feel it in my bones. And if you do, don’t leave me alone. If you take the back road, then I will breathe…

• Alternative
• counterculture
• folk
• indie
• post-punk
• singer-songwriter
• Glasgow