I've had three cups of coffee
and I'm feeling queasy can't sit up straight
and dizzy when I lie
last night's dreams keep recurring
I was riding a horse
I thought in the dream 'how wonderful to do it without
practice' –

now I could put it on my CV and get a proper
job. Pity. It reminds me of the first time I had sex.
Five cups of black coffee and nothing to
eat all day. Mid-morning – he unbuttoned my
dress and left the room, returned to find
I hadn't done it up again. Surprised.
So was I.
Wrote about it at the time,
all hopelessly romantic stuff about
lost innocence and violation.
Really it just made me ill. Of course
that could have been the coffee.