K ~ Most of my tupperware boxes

Most of my old tupperware boxes
are filled with letters from Chloe
but some are filled with Trish
Dear Trish, who called herself Turtle La
Trish, or Trishtopher, or Mama
Trish, who preferred the email
to the beautifully illustrated letter
and envelope - no-time-to-waste Trish
who I only met in person once.
She stayed at my house for three days.
Trish, of little stature, lady Napoleon
Trish who was neon against
all of Victoria Station and London,
who twice lay her head on my lap.
On the second occasion, I hissed,
"You fill me with affection, little Trish,"
and dusted her forehead with fingers.
She smelt good, but only our tastes
came between us. Cool Trish
liked cows, while I loved betrayal.
I made the pass though - I told her,
Trish, who complained about her
offshore assets, I said Trish, you must know
dinky breasts don't matter to some men.