In
Case of Emergency
Round a corner on two wheels, too fast. If there is a crash
and
they get round to me they'll look at the heap of clothes
spilled
out in the middle of the road
and try to work out what to do. On the double yellow line
they'll find one shoe.
My handbag, split.
The
world will tumble out
on to the road,
a ticket for the tube
Zone 1, from Farringdon and an entry pass
to Lascaux, a slip from a peage at
a ticket for a ferry crossing
from the Gateway of India
to Alibagh,
a receipt for potatoes
I bought in
and a page of newspaper torn
out in
a photograph, a piece of tissue.
They'll
stand there, considering what to do.
'Anything?' 'Not a clue.'