An old broken doll
remembers her first Christmas
many children ago.
...
You just
sit there
Queen of
...
Another birthday comes
& pushes me even further
over the hill
...
She, cautiously:
examined every inch
of my heartline
...
Your red blouse
with the yellow triangular buttons
takes your shape
...
Empty field except
clouds grazing at its centre
somewhere far off...sheep.
...
PEEL ME A GRAPE!
Two grapes left on plate
look like lost nipples looking
...
We dance around
our little flat
Glen Miller's
...