Back at Yer
I returned home
My daughter bought me Fat Black Poems
In purple Virago
Which I read on the toilet
And left by my pillow
Then when she bled I punched the air
And a million dust particles became stars.
I placed a solitary red stem rose
Into a vase of clearest water
And stood it on her window- sill
To face the moon.
In the fridge I’d hidden two Mars Bars.
We ate and danced to Toploader