European Courts have ruled it legal for companies
to monitor private communications made by their employees
because they own not only your labour but your language
and next, your thoughts and your breath, the sigh you make
when you see something pretty and wish it into the mind
of someone you love will now arrive in their senses
marked by the company logo and carried in a box
you have to sign for at the front door wearing your pyjamas
before you’ve had time to brush your hair or clean your teeth
the delivery man might have been interested
if you’d had time to doll yourself up, but too late now
wishing you a good morning Ma’am, and walking
back to his van like it was a horse
and he was John fucking Wayne
fighting communism or something. You should have
asked him if he wanted coffee. How many sugars?
You think there’s some biscuits in a tin
if he’d like you to look?
Stretch up towards the top shelf
so he can see your tummy, not too fat even after Christmas.
Steven Taylor was born in Hyde near Manchester. He now lives in Kilburn, north London. He has had over 500 poems published in magazines and collections across the world.