Sarah St Vincent Welch #148 With Lizz

still life

(a table of bottles merge reflect rub 

invite like a Michaela James' painting)

graffiti edge frame behind you

this could be an older style cafe

booths and 60s orange vinyl

(we date everything by colour,

Lizz and I)

here we are

not meeting virtually

here we are

being here together

a return of a history

of before work, early off

bus mornings

over manuscripts, fragments

spirals 

now I write on my phone

a poem a day wherever

on whatever I have,

you've got a notebook, I

point at my name in your words

push my fingertip on the S

(recognise it wrong way round)

I’m all over the place as always

not writing but reading yours

you cross out a word next to Sarah.

Goddesses, I’m laughing now,

I’ve got a kestrel and a testicle confused

in your beloved handwriting

I’m reading upside down

askew

we agree to agree

this shade is a better shade of orange

than in the 60s
lighter