People I should have met;
A beautiful bareback rider
Believe me there is a space in your life where I might have been.
It didn’t happen because I was holed up for eighteen years,
but you will be pleased to hear that last summer we broke through
the bedroom wall. The cat smiled - sat in a shaft of light - and the builder,
all twenty stone of him, cried.
I had planned other escape routes, for one, the finesse of the pen to
squeeze through a hole in the sky, but walking through the hole in the
wall was easier.
Oh – I have forgotten to add to my list ‘An undertaker’, who is
preferably willing to work in reverse.
I need him to dig me up from six feet under – because this is not my