In this dress I will abseil down Everest,
tread my tightrope with a new dexterity
above the Tyne, spin on a pin with angels
amazed in the nave of Beverley Minster.
In this dress I’ll dance down red carpets
without leaving marks, face down the dog
barking black through night’s blanket,
then pillow my head in unbroken sleep.
In this dress, with promises I can keep,
I’ll lob secret messages all over the net,
deal daily with Talk Talk, and other things
sinister, eat caviar for breakfast, place bets
on that missing Minister of State, wassail
with a choir on the deck of Invincible
as she flags sad goodbyes, ship to shore;
eat oysters on Fridays, always ask for more.
I will finish poems, win prizes galore,
ignore the front cover of Grazia, where
they have a portrait of me – in this dress –
holding the Oscar for ‘Best Screenplay’.
In this dress, I’ll buy an old printing press,
wing-walk my Cessna on the way to Venice,
eat fritto misto overlooking the sea,
bombard men with trifle whenever I please.
from Life Class (£7.99, £2.99 Kindle)
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