‘Falling down, falling down’ by Alison Brackenbury

Falling down, falling down If I ate no cake, if I ate two cakes, if I lingered by biscuits, disdained cauliflower, if I had not turned my face to the sun if the man had not rushed from the petrol station dodging before me, like you, a dancer, if I had glanced down- Is that my blood? Are those my glasses? That tooth will cost- … Continue reading ‘Falling down, falling down’ by Alison Brackenbury