Veronica Very: what’s this one, mama?
Munching Monsters & Sewer Critters
Oh yes, you will accept all &
it will all be full of memories
for things start & stop
even for blue talking horses
(he didn’t tell you I was a mare?
well, he wouldn’t, would he not at all
and, well, what I’m writing is up to me
not mine but of me, a folk memory
that disordered feast, full of wonder
time to work, to make ourselves younger.
Herei II: ktissueu!
– count me in with that
Gosh, it will go through at the deal
ant vapour – ah yes, formless but formic
& the intensity of tomatoes, them
love apples, and so much to drench ourselves with
excuse me, gosh, I may be mandarin but
O woe, woe, woe! for me this it
I’m staying & I’m nabbing & I’m knowing.
Pauline: It’s not complicated, like
living in a village.
Everyone’s outside me
I don’t care: oh
my top stories cut
here in my head
illuminated like a custom gaming case
– succour not an issue –
close attention, care & children
all of them, oh all ourselves
lit in what we improvise
even when we err.