Snipe Hunt (The Jobseeker’s Lament)
You’re terribly kind and polite / I am sure / when you ask how the snipe hunt is going; / and you offer to buy me a coffee or cake / since I’ve nowhere else to be.
There Will Be Days
There will be days / When the words won’t flow / When grief is a stopper in the throat-hands-mind
My old puffer jacket / Is like an ancient cat: / Round, fat, black / curled in on itself for warmth…