Do you write poetry? Take pictures? Compose music? If so, we'd love to hear from you and publish your work in the Label arts section - get in contact at firstname.lastname@example.org, or directly with the Arts Editor, Deanna Rand.
You want me to wear my intelligence like an accessory;
Slung around my shoulders like an old Gucci coat,
Finely cut and expensively purchased – contained,
Wrapping me up with a charming, tinted irony;
Slightly too much, perhaps, just on the odd occasion.
Disassociating- yet bragging to your friends,
My arse looks fitter to you when I quote Nietzsche,
and Camus has a pleasanter cadence through painted lips.
You want to be able to slip that coat off and guide me,
hand on my back, through the crowded circus of strangers.
I doubt you could tell me what exactly I think,
The mere fact of thinking is quite enough for you;
‘Clever is the new sexy’ and I’m the winning ace;
Passed through other players hands until finding yours.
I have been called a catch more times that I can count;
A keeper – someone to take home to your mother,
The charm fades when you discover the constant cold:
How I wrap my coat tightly around at all times,
I am not to be caught; and the person who keeps me
Will know with damned certainty that I am not to be kept.