HER FIFTIETH You would have been fifty this mayday, sis five in the car, you drive. nail in the tyre, too much wine last night you celebrate a workmate’s birthday drive down the motorway to pick up your son from school a bottle of wine a night amasses fat in your face a business […]

via 3 Poems (c) Paul Brookes in Fevers of the Mind Poetry Digest Issue 2 — Feversofthemind.com