Went to McDonald’s with Jo for lunch, then
Took her to a Manchester Literature
Festival event at the Whitworth, when
Although we chatted, and raised eyebrows, sure,
Nonetheless she’s now seen, first-hand, culture -
Poetry and Irish music, and seen some
People I know from the scene. The reader
Was Sinead Morrissey, whose petite bum
Was on the seat next to us. Time had come
For us to leave, and end the disruption
Of this august event. Outside, kicked the
Leaves, posed with statues, caught bus to the room
In Central Library where echoes spin
Around the dome with slightest move of chair
Sat 24 October
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