Dark Day Facial
My flailing heartbeat
Slows under the beautician's
Fluttering fingers.
Les Mains Sales
My flesh rots, where your
Hands touched me; and the gangrene
Spreads beyond my skin.
12 October 2007
Imitating Art
Upstairs, the police
Seize evidence, while I watch
“CSI” downstairs.
17 October 2007
First Christmas
The cards are coming
In – some still addressed to you
And me. I put the
Goats on the piano, and
The sheep on the mantelpiece.
12 December 2007
False Economy
The Christmas cards,
Bought cheap in the January sales,
Sit unwritten in the hall:
Unsendable.
When I opened
Their box, loft-stored for eleven months,
I found you had pre-signed them,
Before carrying them up:
To avoid my Advent nagging.
Final draft: 20 January 2008
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