It

Gaia Holmes

It made her want to drink the last of the Christmas sherry,

climb over the park railings after midnight

and cry at Adonis’s feet.

It made him want to phone in sick

and spend the rest of the day in bed with her

eating treacle sponge and custard, playing chess.

It made them want to go to the next alcoholics anonymous meeting.

It made him want to go to the woods

with a week’s supply of cream crackers, tinned sardines

and his dead grandmother’s fat three-stone bible.

It made him want to pull out his tubes,

curse at the nurses

and shuffle to the gardens to smoke a cigarette.

It made them want to adopt.

It made her want to touch his wife’s breasts

to see if they were real.

It made them want to drive to the seaside on a rainy day,

park up on the cliff top, eat egg mayonnaise sandwiches,

drink tea from a thermos flask and watch the grey waves

curling and rolling through the steamy windows.

It made him want to apologise.

It made her want to murder.

It made her want to wear Doc Martens

and a chiffon dress the colour of ostrich steak.

It made him want to go to the library

and borrow a book on goat husbandry.

It made her want to paint all the windows with bitumen,

burn all his letters and cry for six weeks.

It made him want to eat fried rice with a pair of tweezers.

It made them want to slow-roast the placenta

in a casserole dish with Bisto, onions and leeks.

It made him want to pour treacle

into the toecaps of all his trainers.

It made him want to teach his Jack Russell how to iron.

It made her want to set fire to her Barbie doll’s hair.

It made her want to move to Russia,

gorge on roast turnips and black bread

and become comfortably fat.

It made him want to stroke her clavicles.

It made her want to wear a fake moustache

at the wedding reception.

It made him want to curl up in a fist

at the bottom of her bed.

It made him want to steal a wedge of Brie

from Sainsbury’s deli counter.

It made her want to sell her soul on eBay.

It made her want to try it when her parents were out.

It made him want to think about it for a long time in the bath.

It made them want to forget about it and get on with their lives.

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Additional Information

ISBN
9781862181427
Related ISBN
9781862181427
MARC Record
OCLC
1107345079
Launched on MUSE
2019-08-13
Language
English
Open Access
Yes
Creative Commons
CC-BY
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