Poem: ‘The Heart’
Jonathan Aaron, 26 March 1992
I woke to your knocking, convinced someone was patrolling the corridor, hammering the doors. The heat was intense, and I wished it would rain. Your name came to me, and I thought about all I’d once known about you but forgot, and once again I saw those glossy textbook illustrations full of bright colours, capital letters, Latin names, those likenesses that used to take my breath away in...