If Milton
as a boy wanted to read late his father made sure
the maid sat up with him until after Midnight

Think about what I did as a kid when I should have slept:
Watched the trees over the railway embankment
pillaging the wind. The face of the sleepless rag-girl
opposite, awake in her window, looking out at us -
Jody her name was. She had a wooden horse made
from a broom, would eat dog-dirt for dares & once
- eating our plasticine - threw up all over our guinea pig
'Arthur'. Bored, we retired to computer games - Jody
watched our room strobe & flash like a dodgem's blackbox.

When the night trains went past the screens seemed to break.


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