Silver and Skin
I’m glad I’m married,
I’m glad I am married to you.
I was thinking about it
on the train, excess soap
agitated my ring,
I pressed it with my thumb,
just hard enough
to create a gap
between the silver and skin,
feel cool air pass through
like your breath on holiday,
close enough to cut through
the humidity with a whisper
and you are close here,
omnipresence filling the gaps
in the packed carriage
and in the atom-small space
between silver and skin.
Joe Pickard, born and raised in York, now works as the editor for multiple magazine based in London. His debut micro-chap, Pilgrimer, was published by The Braag in January 2025. He has had writing published in The Dawntreader, Erato, Confluence, and elsewhere.
