Poems

On Being Observed

When I woke up she asked me what I’d been smiling at
as I slept. Was it dachshunds? she said. No, I replied
I’m pretty sure it was a dream about organisational change
at work. The treads of the steps to our office grew narrower
and we all had to wear smaller shoes. But the smiling?
she asked. Oh, I was probably just being polite.

 

Published in Smiths Knoll 49. Copyright Vicki Husband 2012.

 

Links to my poems:

Scottish Poetry Library podcast

Be the First to Like This anthology website

Glasgow Review of Books

 

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