David Mitchell
Poem for Shrijanna
Shrijanna
is very direct
she walks
in
& even
the small voices
on the TV
hush —
She looks
around
then slaps
the narrow lined
pad she is carrying
down hard
on the table
1 /2 / 3
then "gidday "
she says
to all who
care to listen
"Ow ya goin "
Brekkie
She
shaves me
carefully
showers me
& then
dabs me dry
She dresses me
in the clothes, she
has previously
laid out
firstly
white underwear
2nd
the chocklit sox
& beige
french soled sneakers
topped off
by a tracksuit
in some
light grey material
in zip up
mode.
I arrive
at the brekkie table
resplendent
more than equal
to the porridge, eggs
&
the highly thickened
cordial drink
Yuk!
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Poem for Shrijanna
Shrijanna
is very direct
she walks
in
& even
the small voices
on the TV
hush —
She looks
around
then slaps
the narrow lined
pad she is carrying
down hard
on the table
1 /2 / 3
then "gidday "
she says
to all who
care to listen
"Ow ya goin "
Brekkie
She
shaves me
carefully
showers me
& then
dabs me dry
She dresses me
in the clothes, she
has previously
laid out
firstly
white underwear
2nd
the chocklit sox
& beige
french soled sneakers
topped off
by a tracksuit
in some
light grey material
in zip up
mode.
I arrive
at the brekkie table
resplendent
more than equal
to the porridge, eggs
&
the highly thickened
cordial drink
Yuk!