Put your finger
on this place
Nima said
putting my finger
on the puncture holes
on her arm's skin
where the needles
pushed in
that's my feed holes
that where I get
my kicks
and buzz from
I felt it
coldly warm
young
and smooth
yet slightly rough
we were in
Trafalgar Square
sitting by the fountain
it was 1967
I’d bought a new
Coltrane album
from a record shop
and had it
by my feet
you're lucky I’m here
she said
the fecking doctor
didn't want me
out of the hospital
until I could prove
I was trust worthy
what a laugh
she said
glad you are here
I said
I’d have waited
if you never showed
or gone
to the hospital
to find you
she lit up a cigarette
and gave one
to me
we inhaled
watching people
near by
pigeons
water splashes
heat from the sun
other bodies
laughter
snatches
of other conversations
they wouldn't
trust you there
she said
not after the sex
in the cupboard thing
I smiled
no one saw
no one saw
but they guessed after
she said
and that nurse
(who probably
doesn’t get any)
was quite funny
with me after
eyed me over
like my Mother does
when she comes
which is rare
what's the record?
she asked
pointing to the LP
by my feet
a Coltrane record
jazz player
I said
if I didn't have
to get back
and I had money
I’d take us
to that cheap
hotel again
and do the sex thing
I need a fix too
need a feed
she sat
and inhaled
and I watched
a couple nearby
kissing
out of the corner
of my eye.