Listen to a podcast of Kirsty Logan’s “Let Us Compare Mythologies.”
Every night
in the bath
with a glass of cheap red
and my skin scalded cherry
I read my father’s old copy
of Leonard Cohen’s
Poems 1956-1968
not because I love
victim kites
theoretical angels
smoky filigree cages
and Queen Victoria’s musty-petticoated skin
(though I do);
but because
the margins say
josephine – medicine 1971-72
hazel 3.3.73
anne without the e, 1974
susan brown, my love, jan 75.
my mother’s name is Eleanor.
they married in 1978.
About the author:
Kirsty would like to let you know that her name is not Kristy or Kirsten. She lives with her girlfriend in Scotland, in a tenement flat full of guitars, half-read books, and chandeliers. She is currently working on a coming-of-age novella about princesses, robots and mermaids in the gritty glamour of an alternative Glasgow. Her website is kirstylogan.com.
