miauw! miauw! miauw! purrpurrpurr
...picked up on a long walk and put in your pocket
they were worried about me. they saw my car but my curtains didn’t open all weekend. i feel blessed.
brilliant blue on the wing of the jay beckons me into the world
Three red-faced school children puff their way slowly through Pangbourne. Always at the back.
driving alone, I say them out loud and taste their deliciousness: flushed chest. flushed chest. flushed chest.
he settles down, finally, and gathers his brush tail in towards him.
fuschia-pink crinkled petals around a yolky splodge
oh cinnamon bagel, cinnamon bagel, cinnamon bagel oh…. I love your cinnamon wafting scent and your salty dripping butter… oh cinnamon bagel, cinnamon bagel, cinnamon bagel oh… (repeat)
In between scrambled eggs, Sunday papers and a pot of coffee, I probe her psyche with my sharp questions.
the lovely stink of petrol fills the car