Saturday in Hackney
Kevin O'Cuinn

(i)

I was wondering how you were getting on. If you were getting on. So I tapped a few keys and there you were, with your long CV and short hair.

(ii)

I was wondering what had become become of you
If you'd posted somewhere that I was forgiven
That it was okay to pick up the phone.
And there the message
That I should stop by.

(iii)

I was wondering how differently we saw the past. And the present, the subjunctive. So I took the bus to Hackney, past the shell that was the petrol station, the Kurdish barber, halal butcher, to the pub at the end. Of course, at the end. I wondered what would happen first, would the door open or would the bus come back into view.

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