4
The Shape and Size of the World
Sometimes when
The past is
A barking dog
Outside the bedroom door
When it rains
So hard
I can’t
Tell the sound
Of frying meat
From the rain
I sit up late
Smell my hands
Drink and chew my favorite nails
Write on the back of envelopes
Hear the door and wish it was my brother
I wonder who might
Be awake right now and
On which balcony
In which chair
Do they sit
We, both them and I
Know the shape
And size of the world
Tom Watts is a 29-year-old
part-time chef and some-time writer
living in South-West London.
He spends his time writing,
drinking and fighting the good fight.
