An English peculiar, the -ish feeling
comes from arriving at eightish, peckish,
giving one’s hostess a warm kiss,
at home among Leticia’s crowd,
sardonic, lusty and brisk.
Between the lettuce and the liquorice,
I talk to an egyptologist
who dabbles in hypnosis; intrigued,
I let her practice, and see my parents
farming radishes on a precipice...
out of the mist I emerge
...then pish! my boyhood vanishes,
my new friend’s turned to
someone in financial services –
do you know, they both summer
in villas in the Tamarisk? Raptly
they discuss the likelihood
of a zombocalypse...
my napkin slips away, I languish,
familiar with the interstice
between the skating plates,
the pause before a conversational
hit or miss, the heat
and sweat of sheepishness.