You are here

For Serena

Kim Morrissey

You are there


baking for Christmas, siphoning 

wine in the afternoon


laughing at The Singer Not the Song

your first schoolgirl crush


in Sales I see your colours:

Cinnamon, Spice, Terracotta, Rust.


I put them back

for someone else


breathing in the Blackened Orange  

the small ache of cloves


Red Sand; Dust.


From Painted, Spoken No 14 (2007)