Monday 8 September 2014

Low tricks by the sun

Long slender legs extend my arrival in a kitchen where
crumbs are boulders, windows blind with grime
and I wish, not that I was less a slut at housework
but had been more so, while my legs were still that long.


Friday 5 September 2014

On my way to buy a morning paper #50

Close to the ground:
not an exotic creamy toffee crunch dessert
but once-white, now-dead hydrangeas.