New Year Office Chitchat How was your Christmas? he asks at the water cooler
and, as the machine gurgles, she thinks about
the bloodstained rug and the silent scraping of the spade
in the garden at midnight and the wash wash washing
of her hands, and the dreams, those endless dreams which haunt the night-time
and smudge their thumbprints on the day to come,
and she replies Super, thanks. Yours?
Brian Bilston
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