8 November 2017

Grandmother’s dream

I started eating prawns again

‘cause I wanted to chew

on the crust of life


my grandmother was dying at the time

and when I leaned in I saw a limp rose

gently fading


she was a flower but her face was the same

pink as the prawns I ate



her breath was a new born babe

and she whispered

it takes a long time, darling, a long time


I bit off six heads that day

and when my mum called

I was dreaming of the next one