An artist friend at my side,
seeing an artist’s life on screen,
the little art cinema empty
but for us, so we can speak
our thrill at textures, lines –
our impatience with the stupider
parts of the commentary. We drink
caramel milkshakes, eat spring rolls
with chilli sauce. My friend’s mind
and her words flit fast and light.
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