‘Bufo Bufo’ by Vicki Feaver

Bufo Bufo Clown’s name for the creature in my cellar. I give him gladly the one room I don’t want – sodden cardboard, wet dark, the gluey varnish of slugs. What he eats: dollops of glassy, yellow-grey meat, host to scavenging mites, the only things down here to move fast. He creeps over the floor’s uneven brick as if movement is painful, or crouches still, … Continue reading ‘Bufo Bufo’ by Vicki Feaver