In Broad Daylight

            The boy
       who heard me read 
      at the Fringe Club
     called after midnight.

     He asked to live here
        for two months
 while he prepares for O-levels.

    How's that for hutspa,
    the power of the word,
     or the wit of police?

           Instead,
     at the campus canteen
          he stumbled 
     through a simple text 
    all through our lunch.

      Most lonely people
   keep ourselves that way.