If my imagination existed it would be
tarmac
a prison cell
a seventies’ tower block
a barren womb
a medieval dungeon
a zero-hours contract
a call centre
the inside of my vacuum cleaner
the underside of my bed
a dirty window
a divorce
Bleak House
obsolete technology
Madame Bovary
my fashion sense
a winter flowerbed
a summer drought
the Kalahari
a summer safari
the first day of school
a litter tray
coffee
dark chocolate
a ready meal
a split fingernail
Parliament
conceptual art
a frozen monitor
a factory farm
a puppy farm
a knacker’s yard
Gethsemane
the end of the rainbow
a cheap ballpoint pen
a yawn
anywhere that anyone who moves to Hollywood leaves
jazz
rocket science
my purse
the last time I drove a car
my adult children’s home bedrooms
next week
a badly-written romance
TV movie-acting
Easter eggs in January
my diet
2022
Poetry Fluff 