Poem: ‘Spilt Milk’
Sarah Maguire, 21 November 1985
Two soluble aspirins spore in this glass, their mycelia fruiting the water, which I twist into milkiness. The whole world seems to slide into the drain by my window.
It has rained and rained since you left, the streets black and muscled with water. Out of pain and exhaustion you came into my mouth, covering my tongue with your good and bitter milk.
Now I find you have cashed that cheque. I...