The Human Genre Project


she wrote ‘shagetti’ on the shopping list
oh, how we laughed

brushed her teeth with Immac
mistaken for toothpaste

and wore slippers all night
in bed to make us titter

shoplifted from the corner shop
swore at strangers at bus stops

her party trick was playing possum
on the kitchen floor

she wore gaudy market earrings
my only souvenir of her

kept in a box, but I will
throw them out, one day

and remember that ruined Christmas
our queen had her annus horribilis?

I held her hand
pin-pointing moments she slipped away

she wrote shagetti on her shopping list

Elaine Findlay