Cold toes on the pavement outside the pub - NOTES ON PHONE

25 Apr

Words slip from lips

They stain

The sheets in virile abundance

Lady Macbeth tries her best

Knuckles cracked and trailing red

Water runs pink

The words remain

Oil slick that slipped

From lips

Loose

And twisting

Seeped through the polyester sheets

17% cotton

White sheets are no good

With slippery lips

And words that stain.

Ella Fredman

Words that might someday mean something: