Breakfast

I am known for my exceptional clarity
in the moments after I wake.
My daughters come to me then.

Joe – they call me by name – I am seeing
this boy and he loves me, I think, but
he has a girlfriend. What should I do?

Go straight to the girlfriend and propose
a scheme. You are young, Marian,
and can wear deception well.

Joe: my A-levels are History, Biology
and Art. Knowing me as you do,
what shall I apply for at University?

Sylvia, my most attractive, if not
most beautiful daughter,
apply for Development Studies.

I am only eight years old, Joe,
and yet I find myself troubled
by desires I cannot comprehend.

Give me your hand, my dear, dip
your fingers in to this bowl of tepid
porridge. Close your eyes.

Think about those feelings.
Your expectations are best set low.
Now go do as you will, my heart.