Heidi Williamson


What if the dangerous thing actually happens
and you are elsewhere, looking away – at a hare
on the grass in the compound of the offices,
twirling the phone cord and listening,
bored, to an adviser advise you on what’s wrong
with the mortgage application that shouldn’t be wrong
because you should know that the Homeowner 3
is the wrong product for the wrong customer,
and he’s tired of doing your job for you.
And the hare is as still as an eye.
And the hare begins to flicker
like a screen running out of power
and the hare against the grass becomes flat
as a moment, like any terror
you can enter through into the past.

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