
Daylight some days are clearer you wake up & jump off down to the money machine & find there is enough to buy a new packet of cigarettes & you go back home & open the windows & the sun glares into the room & a breeze pushes itself past the window frame & plays with bits of loose paper across the polished wooden floor-boards & you sit there smoking listening to your favourite R.E.M. album wondering how life could get any better Joanne Fisher
First published in the anthology Voiceprints 2
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