poems

Dear Janet

I have reached the end of my tether with regard to your insistence of staring at the wall. You may notice that I have pinned photocopies of poems by Keats, cummings and Larkin as well as some of Shakespeare’s sonnets around the flat at cat eye height.

I am not trying to force poetry upon you but I am aware of how difficult it is for you to turn pages.

Love from Crispin