'I will be home, or maybe not when you arrive.
The soup is in the empty fridge; just warm it up.
A ghost of lettuce and a spectre of some buttercup,
there should be something, maybe nothing, to contrive.
'Not much to do about that cough, should it persist,
and settle in the guest room, should it still exist.
Watch some TV, there’s nothing on unless there is,
and read this book with missing pages – hers and his.' (Publication summary)
