I must admit I'd had a few misgivings. Merryn is a friend and fellow-Corbynista; she asked me for a poem and I sent her a tentative few of the many I've written during lockdown and about which I'm still unsure. Are they testaments of my own reality or the ravings of a madwoman after twelve months' solitary confinement? How far up myself had I gone to find them?
Merryn picked one. Then she got in touch and asked if she could swap it for a squib I'd put on Facebook, because it had made her laugh. It was only recently, when I went to remind myself of it, that I realised I didn't have a copy because I'd typed it straight onto the screen and forgotten about it. I hope it makes others laugh, too.
I haven't read the collection yet. It is in quarantine. But I will. Soon.
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