waking early
listening to
birdsong watching
the curtains brighten
like a shirt
washed in Omo
feeling the empty
space besides me thinking of you
crawling out of
bed searching
for my glasses
piles of clothing
on the carpet
none of it yours
alone in the toilet
with the Harpic
and the Andrex
thinking of you
eating my cornflakes
plastic flowers on
the windowsill green
Formica table lovesong
on the radio bacteria
in the drainpipe
thinking of you
going
up
stairs
again
and
getting
dressed
think-
ing
of
you
thinking
of you your pink
nylon panties
and your blue
nylon bra
Body Mist
hairsmell of Silvikrin
shampoo and your white
nylon panties
thinking of you
Strugnell in Liverpool by Wendy Cope
