0946 09.46 CLARA

09.46 CLARA

Rilke. Clara knows from her Wakefield Libraries badge that girl’s name is Lyn but she will call her Rilke. Rilke. Lyn a beat, Rilke a pulse. This must be her day off.

She spends anxious hours
leaning at her window
all on edge,
distracted, tense
like greyhounds folding
their legs as they lie down

Deep in her room, the bed,
she leans at the avaricious window.
After the night of abandon,
this heavenly girl, in her turn,
says yes!

Clara realises she is conflating Rilke, the girl too.