Around a kitchen table, who’d have thought
we'd be talking of category mistakes?
Ice-cold vodka in that summer’s heat
was all too clearly working its effect.
At a distance from where I should have been,
situations played out: a sense of home
occurred and we were voicing our opinion
about that and every other word.
Objects don’t have their place but we put
them there. We’d do well to leave alone.
Night’s darkened too far, anyway,
although finches outside the window
are still calling and the things you have
on the shelves look like another world.Image: Marina Shiderova; text: Tom Phillips
