Lament of the Cheerio

      Watch me drop on the floor. Go on, carry on just sitting there – looking at me.   I suppose you’ll tread on me   later and not even notice   my saturated remains being subjected to further torture when squished   into the carpet by your husband’s heel.     I’m…

Fear

        A large modern house with dormer windows protruding from an expansive roof, peering over tall brick walls designed to put off the nosy.   A coughing, spluttering heavy goods vehicle hurtling towards me.   A ‘For Sale’ sign attached to the front garden post of the ‘mansion’.   A tightly wrinkled…

Imagining Myself to be a Poet

      Imagining myself to be a poet   Baby cradled in one arm   I wait for a flash of inspiration     Words seem to peel off my other arm   In strips, skin curling upwards,   Turning into crisps     My toddler picks one up and   eats it –…

Inside Out

      Taut skin Belly button sinking.   Who are you?   I feel that you –   cannot really be there   inside me.   I don’t want to be turned inside out.   Have you got anything to do with me?   Really?   Will I cease to be real   when…

Dying Apart Together

  I saw what could be,                   Your gravestone with my   name on it, two bodies together   in death, as if we were still   living.   A strange thing to hope for,   I kept my thoughts to myself   not sure that you would   understand.     I said goodbye…

Do I still know you?

Do I still know you?   The walls themselves groan with your echoing moans.   Voices like out of tune violas merge into the wailing phones.   As they ring, desperate to be heard above your din,   Even the TV newsreader gets louder, struggling for recognition.   It would be rude to cover my…

Tutorial Notes

You will know when.   How?   You won’t have any need to ask yourself.   Why?   You will just know.   Just know?   Yes, you’ll know. You won’t need to say anything. Or give anything of yourself away. It will   just be there. You will know when.   Okay, I’ll keep…

Death at Christmas

The tree is up and the lights are on The glow is bright and warm   But I feel cold     The tree is real, not a plastic job   The colour is green, but parts are yellow   and the ferns are falling     The glow may be bright   But the…

Revisiting a Childhood Home

  The smell of sleeping mouths hanging wide open; damp fumes spreading.   A pair of shoes with black melted plastic soles sizzling next to the fire.   A panting beast – it’s dreams interrupted with the occasional snore – with bottom parked on singed shoes.   A pair of red ankles emerging from beneath the…

Liver

  Eat it up.   It’s good for you.   Especially at your time of the month.     Why?     Why am I expected to eat a brown fibrous lump full of open caverns, jugular veins, worm casings and the concrete tubes on kid’s playgrounds?     If I eat it, I’ll only…