Chez Jane
The white chocolate jar full of petals
swills odds and ends around in a dizzying eye
of four o’ clocks now and to come. The tiger,
marvellously striped and irritable, leaps
on the table and without disturbing a hair
of the flowers’ breathless attention, pisses
into the pot, right down its delicate spout.
A whisper of steam goes up from that porcelain