A Sloping Pitch

A Sloping Pitch

Was it butane or propane, Gaz
or Triangia? I can never remember
that kind of detail. I do recall
the air heat-wavering like water
above the stove, the ring
of neat blue petals splaying so
compliantly beneath the kettle
and how it had been an uphill struggle
to sleep: someone tearing long strips
from the dark with their snoring,
cars returning late, and the sloping pitch,
the yaw of the ground rolling us together
as if all night rounding a corner at speed.

from A Republic of Linen (Bloodaxe Books, 2009) ? Patrick Brandon 2009, used by permission of the author and the publisher.

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