Fragments

I often recall a warehouse

perhaps an aircraft hanger

Full of bulk buy wedding supplies

location unknown

it exists now only in my head.

Where brides and their mothers and their tagalongs

aged five

chose hues and fancies and favours.

When we did things with all five senses and toes

and Amazon was a place far away.

A summer’s day

bright and dusty!

Cool inside.

Little legs in tie dye shorts stretchy waistband

baggy t-shirt wide eyes.

I recall you often ever youthful you

though I can’t bring you to mind that day.

But you were there

making your choices

you who left so soon.

The days when we thought we had you forever

aged twenty two

cool crop blond chop blue eyes legs for summer days

Avon calling 1990

Show Me Heaven

to be the chubby bridesmaid peachy keen

Long shiny brown braid pulled too tight tidy head pulsing

packet of quavers when I wanted wotsits

smoke stained ceilings boil in the bag recession

But oh you-you will always be Vogue.

Love you. Wait up for me.