1996, at the bus stop, my friend, mouth brown with Marmite / and the paler brown of nicotine, / dressed up for the last, non-uniform, day of term / in a Kappa tracksuit brought back from Zante, / electric blue with silver trim, asked hadn't my dad once / been a pope or something? / / * / ...

(excerpt from Fatherhood) / / / To relieve the men / from / conversation / the dark rustles. / Glove compartment / baby wipes / to shoot / the stranger / is the breeze passed from / sea and hill and wood / to the car to the beard. / It is difficult to feel the beard because / only m...