Stradă Jezer
In a bed that you fold down
and once shared with your sister, we breathe
mothballs caught on the thin sounds
of swimming pool cries and laughter
adrift from the benches between blocs 7 and 9.
In scară A, apartament 5,
your fingers cast nets across my skin
for the boy you once breathed salt air with;
the boy who died, wrapped
in the petrol sliding from a torn car.
* Liz Bassett's poems have been placed in the Bridport competition, shortlisted for the Plough Prize, and been published by various magazines. Her pamphlet How to Wire a Life for Love is due out from Knucker Press the month. www.wordhappening.blogspot.com