SISTER

for MH

I was Meatloaf. Sindy watched

you stalk towards me in mum's heels, too high

to walk in. You were her,

hanging round that joint, I didn't know

anything about you sister. Dress me up

in mum's old frocks, take photos.

Dance the lyrics; deal cards, laugh,

Dark Lady paint black magic.

We knew the strut to Turn Back Time,

arse bumped for kicks. It was your first

CD album, mine was Texas.

I remember Christmases, top-to-toe;

Rocky Horror, Halloween, Child's Play.

The video woman was a car boot of death.