two sides resting on each other
tops touching, toes apart, leaning in,
balancing each-others weight
and any shift to get closer and
she would slip under you
- and you over her
collasped









Collar buttoned top up and ankles crossed fingers arranged carefully and in parallel small, ones you could imagine having as a child her face says nothing of years or even time three years and let her blame it on you if she wants you have gone to the other side of the sea she has seen curtains and rugs and spent her money on cheese and string and she said no back against the chair and yours against nothing your feet in water unmoving buttoned crossed arranged back against the chair facing nothing