Conjured, I have no name, no face.
I don’t exist. A genie from your dreams
Who haunts you, taunts your memories.
Don’t try to put me back. Too late. I won’t fit
In the bottle – too big
For my boots: Size 10, brown lace-ups.
Average height, big nose, wide gap-toothed smile.
Trombone player, sings loud in the bath.
I took your mother dancing, made her laugh
Until she cried, I could have loved her.
Wrenched, she turned away.
I think it wasn’t long before I died.
Write more about me. Make the world believe
Imagination changes. I’m alive.