That rubbish tornado somewhere off
at sea boats head butting fridges tripping over
phones and M&S knickers
makes me see a tumbleweed of my own
internal intake the flies swallowed by accident
traces of pen lid light bits of snowball -
all soft-landing in me, I hope,
the way young women from the 50’s
played catch with beach balls.
These could rebound off his head or make
up his next mealtime: the Spanish rock cake
the tooth I chipped on the Spanish rock cake
Olivia Bellas is a Londoner working as a consultant in the cultural industries. She has Spanish heritage and a history of cake.