The Joy of Difficulty

Lavinia Greenlaw

A withdrawal from form
like the lock of hair found sewn
inside your uncle’s waistcoat pocket,
the inherited made strange
by its unheard-of colour.
Did you slip the suit on?
And if so did you breathe differently
as if equipped with an aqualung,
ladder or canister of oxygen? Better
to move freely, t…


The White Hole of Bombay
Estonia, Out in the Country