Red Roses

by Hill, Selima

• ISBN13: 9781852247409
• ISBN10: 1852247401
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2006-10-15
• Publisher: Bloodaxe Books Ltd

Summary

Selima Hill's new collection covers new territory For The author who has been called wanton, wildly imaginative, tender, intelligent, dangerous, defiant, subversive, and startling.

Table of Contents

Nobody stops us	p. 9
They like to keep us well battened down	p. 10
The fact is that it's everywhere	p. 11
This is what it's like	p. 12
Our softness is appalling	p. 13
Terrible things happen when we hope	p. 14
They tell us we know nothing	p. 15
They tell us we know nothing but we do	p. 16
Down between our little thighs	p. 17
They stuff our mouths with sausages	p. 18
It's dark between our thighs	p. 19
They're sick and tired of all this hanging around	p. 20
Our private parts	p. 21
Underneath our pretty summer dresses	p. 22
They always think they're right	p. 23
Terrible things happen in the summer	p. 24
When they walk towards us	p. 25
Our job is to forget we are human	p. 26
They ram themselves with thumps between our thighs	p. 27
We ourselves experience it as lumps	p. 28
See the flies	p. 29
Like diners pouring syrup	p. 30
Love is like a terrifying angel	p. 31
We don't know what it is	p. 32
We learn to stay at home	p. 33
We like to do our best but we can't	p. 34
We're here to look our best	p. 35
We learn to marvel at the golden hair	p. 36
Day and night don't matter any more	p. 37
They crash about our living-rooms	p. 38
When we're bored	p. 39
Look, a golden knee	p. 40
Overwork is just a kind of laziness	p. 41
We think we think they love us	p. 42
Like glaciers weighed down by being cold	p. 43
We sometimes think they're listening	p. 44
Whack us on the head	p. 45
They lie in wait	p. 46
They told us they were strong	p. 47
How dangerous and beautiful it is	p. 48
Hush	p. 49
We are at the mercy of their mercy	p. 50
We may not have their valour and their beards	p. 51
If we stop, even for one second	p. 52
They stride across the tarmac	p. 53
We want to love each other	p. 54
Everything	p. 55
Our brains are like the brains of dried peas	p. 56
No one comes	p. 57
They walk as if they're stepping over bodies	p. 58
We're living in a place where prayer begins	p. 59
We stroke our necks	p. 60
They like to fill us up	p. 61
Finally they grunt	p. 62
They go to work	p. 63
Be like us	p. 64
This is not the time to start	p. 65
They take one look	p. 66
Our dream	p. 67
When we put their dinner down	p. 68
They must of course be fed completely separately	p. 69
First we make them comfy	p. 70
They twiddle us	p. 71
Every night we do our best to love them	p. 72
Searching searching	p. 73
Every night imaginary cows	p. 74
Nobody sees them	p. 75
Just because it looks too dark	p. 76
They come to us to swim	p. 77
Leave them	p. 78
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