Yellow light
frightened young mother
Post natal depression
a year late
Naked bulb hangs on
twist of green and
yellow
Yes babies
remember
Where is he?
Visit to the inky office
clatter of typewriters
fingers running
Smell of typewriter
ribbons
squeezing out the news
like nothing in nature
‘Pickled aubergine’
‘Too scrawny’
dismisses my friend’s
fathers
Doesn’t like fathers
avoids being one
Yellow light
house of darkness
remembered
I don’t like fathers
avoid being one
