My Diary

I wasn’t up early even though a shark fin slid through the bed with an advert for a local pizza house emblazoned in its side. I walked the dog as the meat filling in a sandwich and then June went to town pushing a pram with a large head in it; she rang up later to talk about the leg of a lamb – I imagined it in a black stocking even though I am a strict vegetarian. In the middle of the day I pushed my head into a screen and felt the fresh snow on my face; the tide came in as the sun came out – I set a step ladder up in front of it and imagined the annunciation in the subsequent shadow. Standing beside the curtain in the window I thought up a story while the lady with light houses on her chest put herself out immediately after the ship had hit the rocks.