'We could have conquered England!' she cried, her arms up, hatracked against the window her boy hips agitating the curtain into a skirt, and - i'm undone again. 'we could have snuck in round the back
Savings When kissing me, I thought of geese, all rubber necked and clacking, a lolling tongue under anaesthetic. His hands at my neck like my killer, at my chest a mountaineer his hands networked and literate
Handle When in snapped like a neck I thought, 'fuck', I mean no one was in, and she was there. Turning round bright and bloody, she lay there, like my washing smelling of me - me sliding down her throat
Love in the Park He loves me, and I know that when he drops deep on his knees, one hand hidden in the felted grass, the other on me nursing my as yet, un-conceived baby boy who is nothing, but a fleck of a fir tree,