I know the shape of your face
so well, I could trace it onto
the arm of the sofa
the loose flour you left on the counter
the leg of my good jeans
I see the lines of you
and the directions they run
The frame that holds you –
an original
These contours cut
into my line of vision
when you aren’t around
to look at
One time I seen Shaun’s dad in a dress. Well, that’s not true, Gary seen him. I just heard about it. But, another time, I did see him talking to Mr Walker who lives up May Road. Dad said never to go up May Road. That’s where all them sorts go. I’ve done nowt but walk past, cos’ of what Dad said about it, but I still seen him once talking to Mr Walker, and everyone knows about him.
Anyway, Gary said he went round Shaun’s last Monday to knock for him, and he weren’t in. And then his dad answered the door in a dress.
“It was blue and yellow,” he said, “with little frills on it, like me mam’s apron.”
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