Graham Nunn in Clara Venus
housewife
what I glimpse of her now
is uninvited, a sour intelligence
rubbing itself against the regularity
of habit. a body perfectly full
of emptiness;
/gloom tucked tight into her
incandescent cleavage/
wandering through the city haze
back in to the shameless suburbs,
where she will cook, check her
pension plan
/spit mean words at my good intentions/