Beth Greenhalgh
Tuna – In ode to you in a church basement having a party
I noticed a young girl balling her eyes out. I took a photo of her.
I then went back to looking at the cd sleeve, in my hands laid a newspaper article printed onto half a t-shirt. A huge picture of David singing greeted me. Beam!
And then I remembered where I was. I felt totally out of my depth. I accidentally rubbed myself against an old friend he smiled and blew in my face. It stank like gin or something. I realised I’d walked backwards and fallen against a window. I was comfy here though.
And so, I thought as a feast was laid before me, there is so something stuck in my throat. I pulled at it and was scared as I continued to pull a stream of red rope up out of my mouth. I threw it on the floor and cried. A girl took a photo of me.
I was handed a small triangle shaped Tuna sandwich and began to think about my fear of hangings. This drunken guy chants “Don’t you tell me that I’m fine” So I close my eyes to him.
