The Un-Birthday

I chose not to send you a birthday card. But I still thought about you all day. I thought about Mum, back in the day and her fierce disapproval that I had chosen this quiet protest. “Oh Kate,” she would have said, the rest left unspoken. Fuck You. This morning I see you are in…

Meeting Jenny

1pm and I am waiting in my car to meet her. I am watching for her by the door. She doesn’t come. The clock moves forward and I wonder, momentarily what to do. I do feel however that she will be there – it’s just that, once again, I need to find her. I wait…