Lucozade

• Don’t bring flowers, they only wilt and die
• I am scared my mum is going to die
• Orange nostalgia, that’s what that is
• The whole day was a blur, a swarm of eyes
• Those doctors with their white lies
• Don’t bring magazines, too much about size
• where’s the big brandy, the generous gin, the Bloody Mary,the biscuit tin, the chocolate gingers, the dirty big meringue
• Tell your father to bring a luxury
• Grapes have no imagination
• Tell him: stop the neighbours coming
• Her face is light and radiant, dandelion hours
• Her sheets billow and whirl. She is beautiful
• I carry the orange nostalgia home singing an old song
• Next to her the empty table is divine
• My mum is on a high bed next to the sad chrysanthemums