I took a photo of a woman in a film,
she was sitting at a lamp-lit table drawing
on a paper pad angled 45 degrees
from her knees to the table edge
sipping white wine
and put a photograph of my face over hers
to see what it would be like
if I was real
and do as she did
like meet up with railway enthusiasts
in the sun and be offered chocolate
and refuse then change my mind.
I have choked on yes,
stayed when I wanted to go
and in no time at all
there is little left over
to do anything with.
I’d like to paint a picture of Jonah
as he escapes from his whale
in a gush of salty water
or dance on wet grass
in rain as black as blackberries.