Sport 42: 2014
That was just a dream
That was just a dream
You were there trying to kiss
me with a mouth full of food.
I was wearing a dressing gown,
planting hellebores,
running away from paramedics,
pulling out an IV line.
And you were taking me apart
with your teeth, so white.
As the moon watched from above
I was gardening in the dark.
Scattering mustard seed
& lurking like a bumble bee
around a borage flower.
Watching like the kingfisher
waiting for the newt to rise.
You were the ladybird
flying back to your burning
house.
I think I set
this fire myself.