Milk of Magnesia

I’m sorry. I was wrong. Like when I bought the Guinness Book of Records from1992, 75 pence from a charity shop, in Cromer. A perfect gift for your, big birthday.

Last night, back in the olden days, I was a very different person- full of youth, optimism, extra cold Guinness and whiskey chaser. Last night, back in the olden days, it was all sorted out-

The girl who rented my room before me was afraid of spiders. When she came to decorate she found one, in the middle of the back wall. Instead of asking someone to move it for her,

I remember how you would get angry when you thought I wasn’t listening and demand to know what I was thinking. The truth is: I was watching your words turn

Outside the Nelson at noon a man with his face painted like a tiger and a woman with butterfly wings and a magic wand are having an argument. Their words fight and cuss

Long haired girls skin tomatoes with their teeth at the bus stop beneath underpass. I can’t tell you what they wear, the colour of their hair, or numbers at the gathering.