Does it help
That I am home alone
Is my writing more deceitful
Without the brake of your presence
Do you have to leave the house
To remove the weight of my burden
Do you too escape
So that I also may escape
The lattice-like web
Is a miracle of minute suspensions
Which catch the kaleidoscope of colours
Gifted as might diamonds gift a freedom of life
Compared to the pins, the needles
Which traverse my right leg, my buttock
Gifted by the sciatica, which in turn
Was given to me by the witch doctor of Harrogate
Almost two years ago now
In the sauna bath at the spa
Or was it down to the hotel bed
Which I almost fell out of
