I told your sister you and I were going for a walk.
I said you’d thought to take me all the way
to the top of the barrow, so we’ve got a while.
I figured you’d be hiding, but I only just thought
to look for you in the serrations of the knife
your mum uses for preparing grapefruits.
I’ve brought brandy (the cooking shit, not the good shit)
and I’ve found your headphone splitter. Pass your phone:
let’s get pissed and watch the new Sherlock.