She wears a yellow jumper
Sunlit, sitting on the steps
Of the Westgate Buildings
As the man she is with
Staggers up, to face off with a friend
While she watches, not seeing
Through the fog, of white Campo Viejo
Bottle by her side, making me think
Of her, on the steps of a Venetian Villa
Sun dappled, relaxed
If not for the Welsh damp
That clings to her frizzy hair
Which falls against the bruising
Around her left eye, harsh
Purple blotches stain her
Ankle, below her jeggings
Where it looks like someone
Has grabbed her by the heel
And pulled her, against the city
Down unfriendly streets
As hard as her body
With its mind, crumpled
Under the heavy weight
Of living
Unstuck Monsters 