like parcels all worn away at the edges.
with brown tape,
all curled up.
We smoked roll ups.
Sipped pints of cider
in pubs with no name and
unpacked each other.
We flew to Amsterdam,
saw ‘Sunflowers’ in Van Gogh’s museum
We Ate green Thai,
all dressed up.
We bought our own place.
Derek Jarman’s garden moved us
to plant seeds,
make roots.