Cream of Antimacassar (Ninah)
When you come to me with your garden shed problems
The railway line tracks, and the fact you are marrying
A woman who is not me, (yet we will still meet
After the honeymoon in Barbados)
This is one of those dreams.
Whiteskin, whatever were your eyes like?
I hardly remember, yet you have the temerity
Of visitation, as if you had a right
To speak to my 18 year old self and make me spout
Tears of anger and jealousy
Which feel delicious as fat apples
To my ungrasped breasts
And my unkissed mouth
Tomorrow I will make the day into soup
And stir it till you disappear.
Veronica Aldous all rights reserved 2018
Photograph of roses on rose dyed silk