You used to make me feel like I couldn’t dress myself. Like every piece of clothing lurking in my wardrobe wasn’t fit for purpose.
I'm sorry I didn't ask you how you were As we tumbled down the stairs Like soldiers in formation I'm sorry for not tapping on your shoulder And saying howdy how's it going Instead of staying silent Humming like a torch's bulb. You see my hair was sticking to my cheeks Stuck something silly like… Continue reading Minor occasions
At the start of every day I say I'm going to be a vegetarian. But then one sweaty Sunday A hotel buffet calls, Rows of striped bacon, fluffy eggs And spongey sausages which flutter Down my gullet... I saunter up for a third helping Delights piled high on the plate, A leaning tower of meaty… Continue reading Hotel buffet blues