Flames up the wall, she savoured smoke on her tongue

He lost one of his baby teeth…

Let us talk, about our boneheaded fling

They were guilty, we knew they were guilty

It’s this TV I tell you, the one the Corporation sent…

Oh God, it was extremity in every sense…

Believe me, I never suspected…

Let us leave the happy lethargy of houses…

No really—I swear this one’s true.

Sword gleaming, dawn at first light…

Time has mottled it…

blades whirring, wind blowing, hands shaking…

Nakedly happy, freed from chiton and cuirass…

The hair kept growing.