72 cans of Irn Bru
jiggle through the borders of five countries
on the backseat of Jim’s VW van.

Waiting at Gate 53, Pam’s daughter inhales already -
the vanilla pod seeds stirring
into cake mix.

Re-strapped on the back seat outside the vets,
Martha’s cat stops his caterwaul,
returns to domestic fluff.

And hanging the painting
of The woman with sleeping Tom,
barren walls become mine.