Two Poems
Ruth Padel, 1 June 2000
“... don’t say is how you then discover you never felt he loved you. A hand on your arm would be a first: not true to life as you have lived it. Think, instead, of how he sent you to a shrink when you were eight, or nine. Shrinks – if you were in the business – were the panacea for everything. He had your IQ tested, you were fine – too fine, in fact ... ”