First published in August 2014
I lost an earring in Amsterdam,
one minute there it was silver in the sun
then gone taking the shine off canals
tulips, coffee shops.
I mourned its loss after all, the globes
were a present one of the first from you
just perfect, like little lights switched on
by every movement.
Never mind, you said. Can’t be helped – was that
one we found under the duvet once before? No such luck
this time. I needed a kiss.
The following day’s headline complete with photograph orange jumpsuit
raised silver blade put the lost earring