On the authority of children
the wine glinted,
waiting like a mouth to be kissed ...
the mobile played Gould
hi, I was just starting to trust ...
how could you say what you said in your voicemail?
i told you I didn't want to sort out your issues with them ...
the sky of evening glinted ...
i can't remember what I said ...
i can't defend or fault what I can't remember.
i thought I was just giving information, not asking for anything ...
maybe you should listen to it again.
okay so what's the new point?
so can I be blamed for breaking a rule I didn't know existed?
all my limbs thrummed and shook like I was in rocket climb - the stars seeped at the edge of twilight
don't you see that could upset?
you're so immature ...do you think it's right to laugh now? ... why be defensive?
the stars seeped at the edge of twilight,
like a self torn in two
And of course, a day later, the text ... I over-reacted, I'm sorry; I'll phone you tomorrow
if that's okay
... and the stars came and went and the sun shone like love, and slipped away again, and no call,
and the glass looked empty