This poem is taken from PN Review 80, Volume 17 Number 6, July - August 1991.
Two PoemsWRITING A CHRISTMAS CARD
I raid old messages.
We haven't talked for two years.
Shall I send the card with the tree,
or the circlet of roses?
The white jumper you gave me
from Oxfam. Pure wool,
at a time when the unemployment
figures were chalked up
outside the Town Hall.
A stain on the front.
But you said: 'It doesn't show
when you talk.'
I talked to you.
While you busied yourself
with the new microwave.
The flowers in your room
...
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