Sally



hit her children.
Took a bottle to the youngest
which would teach her to be like
that man, to shut her fucking trap.

Sally woke at noon.
Left the gas on in the kitchen
left the girls in wet pyjamas.
Went down the social. Packed.

The eldest up to Liverpool.
The youngest stayed in London.
Up north, Sally visited, three Sundays, maybe, max.
I’ve got new kids now, she giggled, Easier than you two.
I’m in love, engaged, three-bedrooms,
it’s fantastic. Near the shops.

No visits down in London.
The youngest growing thin
got clever with a razor.
Opened up her skin.