Lickle More

Jerk chicken,

ackee and saltfish,

rice and peas

with two sides

of purple coleslaw,

and argument

over the importance

or lack thereof,

of Marvel movies.

We sit at

metallic tables and chairs

outside Lickle More

in Hove;

elbows on the little wall

of the cemetery

in the first

heat bearing

beams of spring.

Grape soda for you

and ginger beer for me,

as the debate

shifts to the origins

of Spiderman and

his place in Stan Lee’s

universe.

I’m sure you’re right;

I’m clutching at straws

as your size tens

shoo away a

gangster pigeon;

you tend to know

more than I do these days.