A clever little spine
languishes like a memory
in a trunk
in my loft
in my house
on my street
waiting like a bee
to make me remember

A clever little letter
you left in my gut
whose ink won’t run
whose words remain
trussed up like
christmas turkeys
full of glee

A clever little picture
I found on a thumb
Of your taciturn grin
against a sheer night’s gin
while disco lights make a din
two moons sit happily on my
shelf amongst the slices of time

A clever little lip
of yours will always sit
on mine.