BSU graduate Ash Manganaro reflects on loneliness in an unfamiliar city in this poem commissioned specially for Milk. Illustration by Rebecca Stewart

 

The inspiration

Written as a response to their time during a year spent in a lot of unfamiliar places in the UK, we asked BSU graduate Ash to share their inspiration behind Crying in Morrisons. 

‘I have a distinct memory of being in Manchester for the first time, the first couple days had gone a bit sideways, I felt lonely and lost in this massive city where I didn’t know anyone; I distinctly remember breaking down into tears in the middle of a Morrisons and phoning my loved ones, which is what inspired the poem.’ 

The poem

In the middle of the fridge aisle tears season the air as they drip past the corner of my lips. How did I get here? In a city where buildings are so tall they sway with a gust of wind. In a city where no one stops to say hello. In a city where navigating transport is like entering an escape room. I call anyone who will answer, family, friends, even schedule time with lecturers, clutch their familiar voices like my suitcase holding valuables. I can feel the handles of the metal shopping basket dig into the lines on my palms as I fill it with foods I know, pomodorini & sliced bread – they never told you that doing a grocery shop would be the hardest part.
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