Sunday, 12 January 2014

7. What You Are Then

for Ginie

I dreamt of all this food
piled in a kitchen, then
cut up small to glisten

The sheens discrete & precise
writing in agreeable readiness
before we begin to act
in pleasure

This is frantic, formal, familiar
you are skilled in it & alive
ebullient & transformational

We have run out of pronouns
something is needed fresh & spicy
beyond all praise & ridicule
is you

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