We stopped by today

you bent over the 3 for £1
fumbling with your precious hands
through saucers estranged from their cups and
blind eye socket silver frames,

generous with your DNA
like all the other kids from Heathfield
none like you
the three colour sellotape

shone
a troffee over your golden head
like a Formula 1 cup. In the shop,
out on the High Street and the whole of Britain.

For a second there
it looked as if you could save the world:
patch us back to Europe
with a click of your fingers

At home
you crafted a monofin
cut through paper,bled blue
the mermaid of your bedroom
who hasn't passed the test of water

I wish you had it back then
glued the towers on the 9/ 11
my ripped belly
taped me to Brooklyn Bridge
for the time to forgive

you dream
of your future where you come undone from me
on the fourth dimension of a moebius band
and the distance grows
like a white dirt road
like un uncut ombilical cord

it is 8 : 42 and I won't wake you up
your monofin is an anklet
- yet, you don't know that
there is plenty of sellotape to go round
for all the broken.