Title: Stealing Carol Anne Duffy
1Stealing Carol Anne Duffy
2The most unusual thing I ever stole? A snowman.
3Midnight. He looked magnificent a tall, white
mute
4beneath the winter moon. I wanted him, a mate
5with a mind as cold as the slice of ice
6within my own brain. I started with the head.
7Better off dead than giving in, not taking
8what you want. He weighed a ton his torso,
9frozen stiff, hugged to my chest, a fierce chill
10piercing my gut. Part of the thrill was knowing
11that children would cry in the morning. Lifes
tough.
12Sometimes I steal things I dont need. I
joy-ride cars
13to nowhere, break into houses just to have a look.
14Im a mucky ghost, leave a mess, maybe pinch a
camera.
15I watch my gloved hand twisting the doorknob.
16A strangers bedroom. Mirrors. I sigh like this
Aah.
17It took some time. Reassembled in the yard,
18he didnt look the same. I took a run
19and booted him. Again. Again. My breath ripped
out
20in rags. It seems daft now. Then I was standing
21alone amongst lumps of snow, sick of the world.
22Boredom. Mostly Im so bored I could eat myself.
23One time, I stole a guitar and thought I
might
24learn to play. I nicked a bust of Shakespeare
once
25flogged it, but the snowman was strangest.
26- You dont understand a word Im saying, do you?