(W to X)

Dearest X,

G is afeared to go out.
Hospital braised her liver

when they scalded the growth.
She needs to piss, a lot.

She’s weak and dizzy. Water
inflection. Thin as bamboo.

I can’t concentrate on this
refundum. I’m all fret.

Wishes,

W.

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(X to Y)

Dear Y,

Watch out for your mam.
She’s in fault finding mode.

G’s son catapulted
back from Amsterdam
by news of his mam

taken in ill. His Union
Jack cozzy held up in customs.
Thought he’d packed drugs

in bulldog’s nose, and them
massive hands and feet.
He don’t need drugs. He’s already

away with the fairies, like his dad were.
He’s at her bedside now. You’ve got to ask
when, where and how he got

message she were badly so quick,
like as if he knew already.

Xcell my dear,

X.

PS As with all elections feel like everyone’s signing my name by proxy. Ha ha ha ha.