My Funny Valentine

Although you chase me up the stairs laughing and tickle me as I hide behind my door frightened, your hand up my nightdress, and you send me a Valentine of a man baby holding a heart over his genitals, and he’s blushing and the card is saying, IF YOU CAN’T BE GOOD BE MINE, and…

Three Days  

Mum falls sideways on her sofa, throwing supper up like a dying star’s plasma ripping through space. On St Agnes, we scramble to the daymark, a giant tombstone set against evening light. Come morning, unsettled, we uproot our tent to be closer to the thrash of sea. Mum sprawls unconscious on a wash of green…