cloud of his breath
said yanking herself free
train along her arm
wasn't our stepfather anymore
small without his work
you all my pets
what I mustn't say
know what to say
put on the kettle
to take us in
to the time before
kissing once took place
way and hurried uphill
sheep into a field
were to afford it
when she turned back
my grandparents to retire
he heaved himself up
his chest so bad
defensive for the taste
a small gray pile
one on to grill
mum's eyes flashed fierce
hovered above her chair
looked like his father
spoon against her bowl
I sometimes privately did
setting off for bantry
lipstick on her teeth
back before you know
off along the road
soaking up the wet
and they drove on
pushed open the door
swung over her face
and slid him in
attention to the driver
willy fattened and unfurled
I need to go
hot against the ground
shaking out the drops
I tugged them up
waiting on the road
tightened on the wheel
sloshed across the yard
petula our mother waved
born the day before
examine our new brother
settled down to sleep
angry interspersed with wails
back it's a bloodbath
rigid in my arms
the puppies are dead
hands over his ears
in and killed them
make an early start
my teeth were chattering
and they know it
mother is too young
should be kept apart
gathered up our things
packet in her bag
even bea was cheerful
at the bantry inn
of whom was xavier
him not for days
wife god help him
find him if we
key on the bar
waves churning against rocks
salmon on a plate
enough to sleep on
island the lowering sky
she turned around startled
see her beauty dissolved
the sharp black stones
whisked oil for mayonnaise
sex pistols no clash
she beat the egg
into xavier's daughter's bed
to god he wasn't
catch up with her
heard of the beatles
stared at him affronted
together at his heart
when he was gone
side of the road
favorite he'd be hurt
full we squeezed in
drink into his hand
the bar was xavier
a whiskey for himself
hitched up pleasuring herself
flat and far away
I was peeling prawns
say it you didn't
up to the bungalow
to let it go
this minute missed him
a nice low rent
him it was grandpa
waited for the row
while you're still young
back in his chair
we'd be taken away
too far from college
that something she exclaimed
to come his way
nana by both arms
tears blurred he face
you'll wear yourself out
is she to manage
the crack in it
a row of seats
into her new life
to make a pillow
pounding through the waves
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