Lemon peel.

I want to be somewhere else,
picking the best lemon from a basket.
I want it to be nearing evening,
but with the promise of more days to come.

I want to plunge myself into water
so I’m made up of citrus and salt.
I want to hold my breath as I pass the bins,
cos the heat has been making them rot.

I want grit under my nails
I want tiny shampoo.
I want to be charged more for being a Brit.

I want four showers a day
a permanent slick on my skin.
I want to peel.
Lemon peel
all over the table.

God this is shit.