Three Poems
Kathleen Jamie, 11 September 2014
“... behind the black door but here I come coiling up the stair wi the paper poke of ju’jubes and the Beezer you sent me for. Two landings first then yours. I dart whippit-quick past the toilet at the turn in case there’s an auld bogeyman hiding. Stone gassy smell and though it’s twenty odd years since the ... ”