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Original Residents

Original Residents

We're back, walking through the garden
while you sleep - tutting over your decking

and water feature, parting the leaves
of spiked plants bedded in shale,

where once, sore-backed, we dug for victory.
We miss the neat rows of cabbages,

the onions we flourished from the earth,
the white potatoes, pocked with eyes.

Inside, we brush against your clothes,
shocked you should need so many.

You don't sew, make do and mend, but heap
last year's shirts in black bags. Where are

your button jars, your slivers of saved soap?
Your radiators tick in the warm, still air.

We peel back your fat duvets. What soft skin,
we think, what soft, soft hands you have.


from Lip (Smith Doorstop, 2007), © Catherine Smith 2007, used by permission of the author and The Poetry Business.

Recordings

Catherine Smith Reading from her poems

1How It All Started

2Losing it to David Cassidy

3Back

4The Fathers

5The Ewe

6The Set of Optics You Wouldn't Let Me Buy in Portobello Road Market, September, 1984

7Heckmondwike

8Blue Egg

9Simulacrum

10The Biting Point

11Snakebite

12Smoking and Reading Nietzsche in the Kardomah

13Ascension

14Baptism

15Cut

16Colin Pepper I Luv U

17Original Residents

18Sleep

19The New Bride

20Australia

21Calculation

22Cast

23Feral

24Hover

25Fontanelle

26Night

27Marcus

28Postulant

29Nectar

30Twin

31What's Required After a Day Teaching Poetry to Nine Year Olds

32Doors

33With Love, and the Date

34Prayers

35The World is Ending Pass the Vodka

Books & cds by Catherine Smith