After Denise Riley – affections must not This is an old new fiction, gingerbread Snapped by teeth, dunked in tea, softly mouthed One, two, three, gobbled. And how on earth shall I know When in Heaven To stop the gobbling, the slurping, who’ll tell me? You know what? I will not leave off eating when Husband can say, “I will not tolerate this bad example.” Children can say, “I will not own a gobbler for a mother, gutsy.” And as I drift in and out of the kitchen Work undone, pots not washed Washing oozing out of smelly baskets Why all this domesticity? F*** it. What is dust to me? From dust we were Born And to dust We shall return Ad infinitum – so toss it off boys I. ...