With Lani Crooks in 2006
POLLY GARTER
Me, Polly Garter, under the washing line, giving the breast
in the garden to my bonny new baby. Nothing grows in our
garden, only washing. And babies. And where’s their fathers
live, my love? Over the hills and far away. You’re looking
up at me now. I know what you’re thinking, you poor little
milky creature. You’re thinking, you’re no better than you
should be, Polly, and that’s good enough for me. Oh, isn’t
life a terrible thing, thank God?
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