HARRIET MCKNIGHT #4: Plan B
I make you buy it, say it’s a small town, that people know me here
I make you buy it, say it’s a small town, that people know me here
At Christmas lunch I tell my mother I’ve decided to come home for a little while
I think about how our breath is mixing with the breath of everyone around us all the time
Her hands danced to their own tune and she couldn’t trust them to hold a hot pan