My Sunday Roast

Emily A. Taylor


I say it slow, like your name braises

the back of my throat, and order you

rare. Season the pan, you know how

I like it. And though I haven’t felt

your rough in years, I still think of you

by the red lamp at that restaurant. Isn’t it

romantic, how we let tenderloin rest

before we carve it apart.

My Sunday Roast
Read by Emily A. Taylor

Emily A. Taylor (she/her) is a writer based in London. She is the founder of the Queer Poetry Collective and The Poetry Society's Islington Stanza. Her work has been published in t'ART, Ink, Sweat & Tears, Metachrosis Literary Magazine and The Coalition for Digital Narratives and is forthcoming in The Madrigal Discursion Issue and Seaford Review. You can find her on Instagram (@emraylot) or Bluesky (emwrote.bsky.social).