He cools, she lies (links from Bernardine Evaristo)

they believed in

a time when

she alone

something more liver friendly


she read his mind

‘just this once’

car equals limo

an embryonic premonition

burden of being an only child


multi-racist whoredom

gruesome threesomes

he cools, she lies

rehab now

surprise, curiosity, pity


red trousers

turn against our own


none as dark as her


ugly grandchildren

spilling into cup of tea

When she wasn’t cooking (sauce from George Orwell)

new false teeth

ten yards by five

on the fat

fat as were

in and out of my mind

I never remember her when she wasn’t cooking

into the Beachwood

beds of dead bees

snubbed me

bite the worm


other fingers

keeling thought as near to poetry

with butter-colored hair


with a big scissors


a June evening

the endless June evenings

never knew he was ruined