Biscuits for someone who died in the night. I do not take you to the room. You do not get a face. Rota. Keypad. A girl putting on a coat for a second bus. Winter is a shift change, not a metaphor on a moor. Susan will hear we lost one and her cousin will say this building is why she does not want to get old here. They are allowed that sentence. Winter is a shift change, not a metaphor on a moor. I am allowed to lock a bit of the day away and leave the canopy light on. I am not a saint. I am not a monster of beds. I am short at six. Winter is a shift change, not a metaphor on a moor. Winter is a shift change, not a metaphor on a moor.
