- Vol. 02
- Chapter 12
Time for a visit
I have a tree taller than my house
my neighbour has a fish pond
but my mother has a loft.
Home to tin trains and a dead puppet,
text books markered with unpaid bills
and glitter that cut my throat.
Home to signed footballs, Beetles vinyl
and a nicked vintage chair.
My mother has a loft, ripe for conversion.
I have many words growing on my tall tree,
time now to lay them out in the right order.