and did it frighten you that stench in the dark heart of the flower you pinned behind your ear and did your skull eat out through your beauty every time they pressed their faces in you seeing in your…

  I want the slew of muscle, a less cerebral meeting place: no word but your male shout, the shirred unpublic face and honest skin crying to me, yes, the mouthless, eyeless tenderness crying to be let in. Unbutton all…

  lurching delicate as a snow queen down this street of greys unfocussed exactly enough to miss the businessmen goggling at my stocking deciding (as I twitch primly into the tram seat my handbag nestled on my lap like a…

  I will go walking in Elwood with my mind as smooth as a marrow winking at the unruffled sky throwing its light down for free letting the gardens exude their well-groomed scents and thinking everything good to the Elwood…