Another that hasn't had an airing yet.

Yep, still at Latitude. I'm waving. Hello. Hopefully it's stopped raining by now.


I didn't realise circular breathing worked for saxophone players

We both stood swaying to jazz rhythms except
you were thinking about the music and how your
pianist fingers could work like this and I
was thinking of the purple coat I didn't buy;
how well it would go with my fingerless gloves.

We talked a lot of triangles that night. The confessions
I'd fielded, the folk, the apologies; a whining sitar,
my infatuation, the saxophone jazz. It's all enough except
I can't take my eyes off the saxophone player and his puffy-in
puffy-out cheeks: the control he has.