See the local estate agent crooks
Ten a penny
Smoking their rollies, washed down with
protein
Pigeons with emerald necks

Difficult doctors don’t care about their patients,
They are filling up hospitals and GP practices with their difficult bodies.
They are often late to work and shuffle into handover . . .

. . . .We would go
to the cupboard where multi-packs
of Fine Fare’s basic crisps were sorted
into old shoe boxes, one for each child.

I’d rather be inside
pretending I’m not
pretending commentary
inside my head
is real and here

Some things we hold in trust,
some we forget we even own
and then there’re those items
we hang onto “just in case.”

      Somewhere to get to The light is growing in the East the headlights skim the road that runs beside the flooded fields we’re a month off blossom when it comes I will drape myself in the year’s renewal and ask how many times I will see my little...

With the neon-splashed night at the window
I counted each contraction down, obediently,
as my mother had told me to do.

You ask me why

I put myself through that,
as if I jumped out of a plane
14,000 feet of fear and longing.

You wake up (so you tell me)
to the lurid gold of summer
splashed like paint across
your tea-brown walls