A porcelain pig in a manger.
A man made of soap meets a girl made of water.
I fill a glass with treacle and hold it to the sticky light.
I am not sure if this is the beginning or the end.
A voice I keep inside a pillowcase moves over in the night
while a rainbow stick insect bows before a glass manikin.
A pile of dirty clothes in a shop window.
A frog in a doorway dressed as a round the world yachtsman.
A skyscraper in a matchbox rattles in the back of a fish van.
The public house is full of voices but not people.
A face I keep between the pages of a book I meant to write
smiles when I get to the first chapter (I started reading the story at the end).