She looked like a fresh baked loaf – fragrant, shapely and wholesome.
Plenty of the men who come around here would like a slice:
You can see it in their eyes that burn like grills
In the way their mouths gape like toasters.
For a long time, I was much the same.
But there was always this feeling that something was wrong:
A feeling of unease. Then, like a breath from the unleavened heaven
The doctor told me what the problem was, the prognosis was,
Said you’ve got a disease – you’re a coeliac.
I haven’t been near her or been back
Since I got this diagnosis.