I think that I shall never eat A poem lovely as most cheese. A cheese whose hungry body is prest Against my taste buds, Mmmm – the best! A cheese that sits with God all day, And learns to sit, and sit, and age; A…

I leave a trail of dots in the bathroom as i look for a sanitary napkin in the shelf. Later that day, my son asks me soothingly what colour is the blood of ants. I couldn’t tell. I didn’t know if squeezed out of them, …