I want to believe – a poem by Claire Sexton

I want to believe

‘You’ll find a nice boyfriend soon’ she said.
My aunt, with her humongous strength. Her raucous,
cigaretted laughter and Celtic black hair.

In her matchstick box kitchen, with her kind heart, she
finagled me into her world of faith.
‘He believes in you even if you don’t believe in him’, she said.

And I wanted to believe; like Fox Mulder and his poster.

 

Claire Sexton is a fifty year old librarian living in Berkshire, but originally from Wales. She lived in London for twenty years and is currently detoxing from this experience. She has been published in Ink, Sweat and Tears, Foxglove Journal, Amethyst Review, and Light: a Journal of Photography and Poetry.

 

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