Friday poem: 'Stanley' by Lorraine Mariner

20 June 2014

This poem is such a joy. However many times I read it, I still find myself tickled by the dryness of it all (‘he has no second name’), then unexpectedly touched by it too. That combination of make-believe and mischief is beguiling.

Enjoy!

Sarah, Picador poetry editor

Stanley

Yesterday evening I finished
with my imaginary boyfriend.
He knew what I was going to say
before I said it which was top of my list
of reasons why we should end it.

My other reasons were as follows:
he always does exactly what I tell him;
nothing in our relationship has ever surprised me;
he has no second name.

He took it very well
all things considered.
He told me I was to think of him
as a friend and if I ever need him
I know where he is.

Furniture by Lorraine Mariner 'Stanley' is published in Lorraine Mariner's collection Furniture

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