Neil Rollinson

For Matthew

The ache in my leg seems worse, also that mole on my arm, swelling a bit I’m sure. I drift through the bookshop reading The Family Health Practitioner. I carry it round like a priest muttering a benediction for himself. The doctor won’t see me any more. I run through the symptoms of unpronounceable diseases, horrors jump off the page: fibrositis, Aids, mad cow disease,...