Denise Riley
Never to disinter the pink companion
Never to disinter the pink companion. Wintry. So isn't everyone
drawn to human warmth, if only by animal curiosity? Seems not.
Then how pleasantly to give back his enigma of wordless absence
to its real owner, like a jacket he'd not realised he'd left behind?
Worse, he had: 'Thanks a lot for another trip to the charity shop.'
To confess my bafflement with grace. So, tolerant Grace, though
I've needed to call for you so often, please don't ignore my knocks
but uncoil from your couch and ease out of your door, smiling, to
me mulish with a little scar literature, it is a very late form of love.