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I’m convinced he would like a quiet wife.
One who would sit on her chair and eat granola, sip carrot juice
wearing a ring on just her wedding finger.

How peaceful to be concerned by nothing more than
juice, dried fruits and nuts, and natural yoghurt!
The mind like a quiet seed in the dark.

How irritating, the small explosion of a green shoot breaking into life.
No. He’d have nothing like that. Just a quiet wife on her chair
eating granola, sipping juice, her lips turning orange.

(from my collection 'Things That Fruit in Darkness', forthcoming 2026, published by Vagabond Voices)