You, my blue lipped beauty
Stare glassily at this sky of fading fluorescence
Of panels and screw coverings
Sharing your long dead warmth with steeled neighbours
In my head your laugh is raucous
As I trip,
or burn another meal
Like how you snorted that day Paul fell off his new bike
Poor Paul
Or when Isobel helped us to decorate;
Daubing delicate pink prints on your mum’s new faux mink jacket
Hilarious
Noisy
Always
Laughing in my head
Not now
With that fine sheen to your fading makeup
So as you stare on
At your terrible cocoon
The silence left is closer
The noise in my head of you
Is loud
Ringing
Deafening
And eternal somehow even from your beautiful blue pout