I loved the tins of paint from 1969.
Green and oozing.
Green like lush.
And I loved the way they sat upon the table.
And I loved the way they said "Phyllis"
I loved the rocking horse all broken.
The way he neighed and brayed.
And I loved the way he said "Phyllis".
I fell in love with the rusty wheelbarrow.
The way it stayed out in the rain.
And I fell in love with its flowerpots.
And I fell in love with the way it said "Phyllis".
Now she comes in her red dress.
Down the spiral stairs.
Now here she comes in her red dress.
She is Phyllis.