After the storm that\u2019s my mum\u2014
\nscreaming at me, at the nurses,
\ntelling us she’ll batter us, using words<\/p>\n
I didn’t know she knew, all\u2019s calm.
\nMary, in the next bed turns the pages
\nof yesterday’s newspaper, <\/p>\n
cuts a banana with a plastic spoon,
\nfeeds each piece into her custard.
\nBetty, opposite, sucks a bread roll,<\/p>\n
folds tissues, wrappers, paper bags marches on. The tea lady rattles through, for sixteen days. At the window a seagull, After the storm that\u2019s my mum\u2014 screaming at me, at the nurses, telling us she’ll batter us, using words I didn’t know she knew, all\u2019s calm. Mary, in the next bed turns the pages of yesterday’s newspaper, cuts a banana with a plastic spoon, feeds each piece into her custard. Betty, opposite, sucks a bread […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":122,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":[]},"categories":[346,349],"tags":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\ninto perfect squares. A doctor pauses at Jess,
\nflat out, bay 3, announces, I think she\u2019ll die<\/em>, <\/p>\n
\nleaves Mum four egg sandwiches,
\ncalls me lovely<\/em>. Mum hasn\u2019t eaten <\/p>\n
\nbeady-eyed, raps the glass. The sun fails,
\nbut sets its fire over the cathedral. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"