Dear Miffy

Dreamed about you again.
Like I do most nights.

Sometimes it’s nightmares,
sometimes it’s good dreams,
sometimes I have to change the sheets.

‘You can squeeze my lemon, baby, juice runs down my legs.’

Tony writes letters.
To Miffy.
And breaks your heart.

“Your life’s a solo run, and even the crowd that’s cheering you want you to fall over. They love you when you win, but they love it even better when you lose…”