Rachel Coventry


I’ll pick you up
and we will go somewhere
although it doesn’t matter
the thing will be the soft slam
of the passenger door
the resealing of an egg
the sweet car air, the iPod.
You will choose the best
of my suspect tunes
the ones you’ve added yourself.
I will drive unconcerned and
you will tell me things
that cannot be said
face to face.



Rachel Coventry lives in Galway. She has had poems published in Boyne Berries, The First Cut and Bare Hands Poetry. She was short listed for the 2012 Over The Edge New Writer of the Year Competition.