My mother would listen to Radio 2

while baking a cake in her kitchen.
Upstairs my punk platters span and spat
anarchic curses on the system:
I. Just. Don’t. Care.

I’m sure my younger self would want to say
that I’ve ‘sold out’ as I sit down to lick
your chocolate cake from my fingers
while listening to Country but, honestly, baby,
I. Really. Just. Don’t. Care.


Andy Brown


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