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

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