I’ve already drunk most of the crate
and now make do with reruns of Royston Tan’s
Xiao Wu covering clock-hands in duct-tape,
keeping the diary of a dead Korean.
Tonight I spray the windows black,
hold each clock-face to the time you split.
I watch each minute wriggle forward then back:
time held in place, each tick.
David Tait’s pamphlet Love’s Loose Ends was a winner in the 2011 Poetry Business Pamphlet Competition. He edits The Cadaverine.