Enter Sylvia Plath, the sad books, relapse, America; and I'm quite sure the cake days are soon over; but presentness is grace, or so I've heard, so just for now, enter the sorbets too.
I feasted on Veda bread and potato farls and brown lemonade
and vegan yellowman and several other Ulster delicacies to my heart’s content; and
we’re good already for cherries, biscuits & marshmallows, and inferior potato cakes too (I greatly appreciate the effort, Tesco); and I found myself alone
and smiley at Japanese punk gigs and film nights; so even though I’m back now and
Peckham’d and sound, here’s dessert sushi, a sweet and sticky ode to Japan.