On one of those mornings
when I felt like resigning
from my life, I could see
the appeal of dressing
like the woman walking ahead
of me along the platform
who had two sequined cats
wearing heart-shaped lockets
appliquéd on the back
of her jacket, or like the woman
coming towards me in peach
leggings and a cardigan
that resembled candyfloss;
of dressing like you might not
be able to tie the ribbons
that were your shoelaces,
of looking like you might just
eat yourself for brunch.
Photograph by Garry Knight
