Up Past Tea Time

‘Ta Ma’

She says to eat off the table

As it’s cleaner than the plates

Burrowing into the nub of the things

Getting to the heart of the matter

Stop, let me start again

           let me explain

My mother’s nature was as a visionary

My father’s place less reductive than

We had the time to realise

He was just silent about what he had taken in that day

(2 heads are better than none)

Asking the Medusa of Matriarchy

Can I stay up after tea’s finished

(‘scrub up, ship out or settle down’)

Late enough to see the earlier part of what’s next

Of this porcelain heaven that


We have shaped


Every day on repeat


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