making noise coming in all burning with a
quick soothing cigarette taken for courage outside
in the rose garden, perfect bell clear birdsong &
men in flannel shirts browsing the flowers where
Rebecca & I found intimidating white & blue
nuns floating feet above the ground one time
years ago but I came inside now with two
full metres of ball chain wrapped around my wrist around
all the full-faced tattooed ladies, earnest lot, with their
white tablecloths and wineglasses refracting
across the room.