Sick Trifle

A fridge magnet with a living plant on it

I pushed on the radio

and waited

through a short piece on the pending northern powerhouse 100

for the news

wondering what it was that I was actually waiting for

but as the familiar sick trifle of rage, desolation and impotence began rising

I switched it straight off again:

I just can’t hear it any more.

As the American woman on La Rambla said:

it’s like a refrigerator magnet with a living plant on it.