Rush past the gauze bush blossomyellow on dark like explosive blasts frozenby the shutter, and heatfrom the windscreen, hand on wheel and stickand control, machines workingas they should – late to the doctors, chest heavingboots pound past the cottage where two decades past on friend’s bedroom carpet I sleep, feelingthe radiator creak, tickat 5am to … Continue reading the way I think (about the way I think)