It won’t slip into your drink
like an assiette from your lap.
Your voice must still
face down
a barman, barmaid
meet a mirror,
cross a line.

Unaged

Those lines sunk deep and thin
declare an interest
keen as the wind,
a white shirt sail
at your exit
(to see something fit).
They speak of a not taking it in
for fear of being taken,
scooped walls that –
quite apart from your endeavours –
leave you looking down,
slowly to find yourself crumbling,
unanswerably
and grateful for the leveling.

–

This search for open premises
to assuage a thirst, open yourself
(though breast feeding) jacketed,
wet to receive.

LATINO
EATING
LIFTING

Afrikans don’t name their children
before the birth.

/too polite to say/

Living on a moving surface.

Reading - Greta Stoddart and Penelope Shuttle

(Finsbury Park)
Nostalgia = homesickness

‘ like lovers come
to an end.’

Look at things more – taxidermist shops, paintings.

Ange mentant
Ange mauvais