Cut the loaf of bread with knife and labour, Smooth your worn dress
With shaky hands.
Hopscotch. Jump, hold your breath, wipe your nose With the cuffs of your shirt, run up, two steps at once In lively distress.
Ask for a piece of spared chocolate.
Abandon in a doze
The image of his shrieks,
The odour of her derisive mouth.
The wind blows.
The clothes, hanged on a wire, fall on the unpaved yard. A mess
They form with the muddy ground.
Art at its best.
She utters, ‘he called, 4 or 5 am, talkative As never before.’
Grasps the phone closer. Bites her red lower lip.
Smiling feebly, ignoring the double decker bus’ dusty glass Adds ‘he said I love you, but now don’t get needy.’ Secretive, she asks
‘How can one say that, then retract out of fear?’ No class.
Independence: ‘love and don’t require what you love’. Abusive
Or intelligent gamble? It never lasts. Real, fake. What you don’t necessitate you can lightly forsake? Elusive.