lorna

(A snippet from the poem 'Lorna')

Lorna suffers. She has a ten-thirty appointment for her eye brows and a lip wax. She's sick all the time ...

... she does circles. Big laps like an old Volkswagon. She does laps around the display tables. She moves in a circle like a dog on a leash. She asks questions and fluffs about until I bite my tongue and leave her to smear lipstick on the back of her hand.