You are in a car
You are sitting in the passenger seat
the sun is out
You can smell it in everything
the windows are up but You want them down
the air is a dirty heat
but Sarah is driving
she wants them up.
You drive past a field glowing
yellow with flowers,
so bright it makes You dizzy
Sarah says look a field of rape
You can’t believe that rape has a colour that
kicks and screams in Your eyes
louder than the M25.
Sarah takes one hand off the wheel
to point at a bird in the sky
Sarah calls them tits that are blue
You ask Sarah why we call a bird a tit?
Sarah says most birdwatchers are men.
You don’t laugh
You just sigh.