Picnic basket and tartan blanket at the ready, about to set off to read at the Written Word Weekend in Drumshanbo. If you can’t make it, here’s something to be going on with…
I am nipping out for a hair of the dog –
you I commend to the care of the cat,
two Nurofen, and a glass of cold water.
When I come back I will bring you fruit,
newspaper stories, cigarettes, gossip.
I am nipping out for a hair of the dog
but I won’t be long, and I’ll think of you
vowing you’ll never touch drink again.
But two Nurofen and a glass of cold water
will be kind to your hangover – which
lets us know that more is survivable
than we imagine. My hair of the dog
will be raised in thanks that we’ve made it this far,
that living together is more comfort
than Nurofen and glasses of water.
Sleep well, sweetheart. I hope you don’t need
this Nurofen, this glass of cold water
while I’ve nipped out for a hair of the dog.