I sat the sky on the naughty step
and asked it why it was crying.
But it just sat there shivering and dripping
on the carpet.
Then with a start it took its head out from among its clouds:
“I’m cold”, it said.
So I thought about the story of the sky and the rain
and anthropomorphising it a little more
but it was cold and I could not see the point
or the wallpaper through the mist.
I do not share blood with you.
We share only words and metal.
Blood is the victor.
The neon sizzle from the bar last night is still behind D’s eyes. She has not slept enough; she smiles as she remembers why. The bells through the open window tell her it is Sunday, ten o’clock. She turns over and there is T again. His mouth tastes of coffee.
JJ wondered what the integrating narrative, the golden thread, of his existence could be. What was his theme? He was not even sure what genre his life would turn out to be. Then he saw M’s face and knew his remaining chapters would be character driven.
Because that is what it feels like.
Inside my chest your fingers hold me tight.
Your smile touches my private heart
which flips and fades and shivers on itself.
And then you are out of the room.
Wading into the sea up to my waist
I cup a handful of its water in my hand.
On my tongue it is cool and sweet
I dive in, deep, and touch the silver sand.
I slept heavily last night.
When I woke I did not know where I was or
who I was or
why I was
but then
I remembered.
Thank you
Is your real name Simon?
Yes, yes it is.
Where is a magical place?
On top of a mountain in a country that does not exist.
Most important kiss?
They know.
Ever been in a fight?
Snowballs near the frozen sea. Untouched snow on a deserted beach, running, laughter, youth.
Musical ability?
Listening. Unless ‘howling along’ counts?
Do you see your eyes as sky blue or sea blue? I see them as both.
Ah. I don’t see them as blue.
What’s your favourite dessert?
I’m sorry, the answer to that would be far too personal. I’m ending this here.
[With thanks to everyone who sent me questions]
If we believe the candle can resist the storm, it may. It may.
I will hold my hands around the flame for you.
Sleep well.
Dream of those things
only you know.
Your sleeping breath
my inspiration.
