January, Cardboard, Double Cheese
You carried it from the car on your lap-top,
then the new free-view box; toilet-rolls
and a bag of Christmas shoes. A girl fills
an upper window in the next block,
surveys you, latest news, in the week before term.
We’ve got another one back! Two lads
on your corridor. They’re dead happy
you’re there .You want to slip us off like worn
wristbands. We hover-we’re parents!-ask for tea.
Chris is planning your takeaway pizza;
the other will save. James isn’t really working sat
on that chair draped with Man U. High squeals
of joy as we leave. In the car, Amy is replaced by Muse: I’m freezing
and losing my way, don’t need another map of your head