I have a dream, he said, a marvellous dream. Molly sidles up close to me, her breath sour with whey and Paddy’s, bloomers cinched round her neck. She leans in close, the cinnamon treacle of her hair cussing the bevel of my cheeks, and whispers, Yes I will, yes, Yes…I said Yes. I collapse, implode in on myself, a rasher of kidney, a commode-page of Sears and Roebuck’s, her whisper like diamonds in my hand. mOLLYsDAY2006*
I have a dream, he said, a marvellous dream. Molly sidles up close to me, her breath sour with whey and Paddy’s, bloomers cinched round her neck. She leans in close, the cinnamon treacle of her hair cussing the bevel of my cheeks, and whispers, Yes I will, yes, Yes…I said Yes. I collapse, implode in on myself, a rasher of kidney, a commode-page of Sears and Roebuck’s, her whisper like diamonds in my hand. 