David Mitchell


Poem for Shrijanna


Shrijanna
is very direct


she walks
in


& even
the small voices
on the TV
hush —

She looks
around


then slaps
the narrow lined
pad she is carrying
down hard
on the table


1 /2 / 3


then "gidday "
she says


to all who
care to listen


"Ow ya goin "



Brekkie


She
shaves me
carefully


showers me


& then
dabs me dry


She dresses me
in the clothes, she
has previously
laid out


firstly
white underwear


2nd
the chocklit sox
& beige
french soled sneakers


topped off
by a tracksuit
in some
light grey material


in zip up
mode.


I arrive
at the brekkie table


resplendent


more than equal
to the porridge, eggs


&
the highly thickened
cordial drink


Yuk!


 
 
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