After the operation I sat in my living room,
my foot elevated on a stack of BBC History magazines.
On the arm of my chair
Anadin Extra
and Amoxicillian. I have done the sums
gulp at 12pm, 4pm, 8 o'clock and midnight.
I tell myself Kronenburg is medicinal.
My phone rings. It is Tom
asking if he can get me any shopping.
Two New Years Eves ago
we popped pills in a Camden bar
climbed to the roof with the barmaid
flapped our arms like eagles
and talked about infinity.
