8 Mar 14
and in the shop…
pamphlet collections –
“One of the Summer People”
“Pillars of Salt”
in anthologies –
“The Best British Poetry 2011”
I wanted the pottery pumpkin, ten-lobed
in yellow, red and green.
I wanted to sit at home on the barrel stool
with its wraparound blue mountains
I would have wanted the dragon cake-stand
if it hadn’t had a gold edge.
I needed dishes for earrings and soy-sauce
half a dozen lids to hold my tea’s heat.
I wanted the soap-green plastic coat-hangers
with the swivel hook, plus pencil pots
brushed with wrist-flicky crustaceans, waving
their one-stroke feelers under glaze.
I wanted fifteen years of my life back,
to start here again, bone-china skinned
and mouthy, a pale flag of sweat drawing down
the neon blaze of the Cup Noodle Building
onto my skinny chest. I wanted the slowed replay,
to share it with you once over.
My wish list: our first date in the hardware shop.
(I’ve kept both of the green mugs
now full of sensitive toothbrushes and floss);
some other things I’ve thought better of since;
most of all that night-long bare-faced seduction
under the cool eyes of your tropical fish.