TUESDAY 29
On the tarmac is
a rubber band, a map or
a distorted heart.
WEDNESDAY 30
A boy in Sainsbury’s
buying four pumpkins, served by
someone wearing skulls.
THURSDAY 31
No Trick-or-Treaters,
just a cyclist pushing past
me on the pavement.
FRIDAY 1
A plastic giraffe
that was propped on the Queensbridge
Road sign, on the ground.
SATURDAY 2
All Souls Day. Flooding
again, weather exactly
the same as last week.
SUNDAY 3
My sense of smell is
buried under catarrh so
I don’t taste my food.
MONDAY 4
The lavender I
touched all summer for the scent
has lost its flowers.
Seventeen 