At bus shelter
we hide from England rain.
Two people
too close
that we make connect with
shoulder and thigh.
Jess crush closer
like I am cosy cushion.
She cuddle tight
like she fear this rain too much.
She squeeze my arm
like priests hold bibles.
I thinking,
this body talk is not because of England weather.
So I try to cheer
with game she teach me.
I search.
I looking.
I seeing,
one Ford car,
one flag of England
and
one flower shop.
‘Jess?’ I say.
‘What?’
‘I spy with my little eye something beginning
with … F.’
Jess don’t do eye spying.
She look at feet.
‘Fucking family.’
I want to reaching her hand,
be her calm.
Because I knowing who she speak about.
‘You mean Terry?’
And she lift her
face from feet.