Words and Lines

No Pips

by Tris Kerslake

Rummage through the little lives and try on several that we think might fit. An import clerk, a stripper in a lunchtime pub, a Vet. We ring the changes as we ring the days, looking for a better role.

Called on-stage we dance our steps sporting costumes that become us generally. A feather boa or a shirt-and-tie, and hats stiff with labelled fruit. I wish the grapes were mine, juicy-sweet, and with no pips.