On Another Day

Like This One

This is what I wrote, last time.

I was down at Totleigh Barton, in Devon, doing some teaching. But I had that day free. And when someone told me the election result —

9.11.16 pm

I.

When you cross a bridge over a river

you can be definite about something –

but the insides, altered, leave an after-

shock of what, and what the fuck is happening.

It would be neat i…