Your delightfully named colleague Karl came round today;
he took a lot of pictures, made a lot of
promises. I think I shook his hand
four times? I hope he has a
nice day. It is spring now,
nice days seem to be in the air.
They float in through the prematurely
open windows
and I imbibe versions of them in my
small bedroom
where each lick is mushroom grey,
coating my lungs in delightful fungi.
