24 April 2012
Hung above my bed swings Charlotte’s twin careful, black teardrop caught big-backed poised and deadly on her rope
From the kitchen I stared, uncertain scared - it’s morning, three o’ clock fridge wide open, juice in hand
Glutinous, almost pregnant, yet she coils her thread on silk on silk quickly to the beam and roof
Wide eyed; “Oh where have you been my love?” There’s something compelling, insane where I stand like a Spartan
at some dinner party, making a speech addressing present company balanced, glass and book outstretched
A heart-tick lost and put in place I sealed her in with cellophane two layers then sat shaking
Gingerly, I took the prison up placed it on my desk then knelt down admiring her through glass walls
Her markings are strange but not ugly like war paint on supermodels their clothes knitted with IVs
Her beauty’s surpassed only by speed she’s never been one for talking - free meal, no glove: Terminal
Moving away for needed coffee I spied my shopping from last night Spa bags on the bedroom floor
Blue box eggs, Heinz tinned soup, packet rice milk, muesli, canned beans, bananas from sunny Costa Rica
FRUIT (still bagged) IN THE SINK, TRAINERS ON Wrap the glass in one more layer then look around for egg sacs
J. x
Bananas • Opuss № I