An anxiety born in the Garden of Eden
the witness’s dilemma
presence can be trespass – even if legitimate.
Whisper to God
or wink at the devil?
In the first years we lived in temporary accommodation
a double skin canvas tent
a death trap nicknamed the crematorium.
The rule was no smoking.
Serious consequences for any transgressor.
the bars open until 1.00 a.m
the crematorium thought to be empty
except the anonymous misfit on the Sunday dawn shift.
when the night still had octane
the party deserters, yet to
they came to her room.
The scent of fulfilment coiled in the air
distinctive to a tobacco non believer
to inform or not to inform?
Gillian never smoked any other time
and was quiet
except what preceded smoking
prolonged, bed pounding, wall shaking
lung emptying sex.
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