Sport 16: Autumn 1996
In Your Absence
In Your Absence
In your absence
I stubbed out my arm.
Parcelled myself off
to various chaps.
I put the dog’s head in a bucket
and she barked my shin.
I put my head down, received
brief papery epiphanies.
Enjoying a thermos of tea
in the Australian Garden
I thought—this is very fine, and—
no one is coming to rescue me.