Squeeze it in.
The platform sandals alongside the baby oil,
expertly crushing the biscuit tin
just as the telephone rings and the diary begins to fill
with dates, meetings
the bedroom is in a state of utter pandemonium,
and Milton was right when he coined the phrase for the carnage
that writhes below the manicured lawns.
Squeeze in every last party, every strappy top,
even the oversized t-shirts which you have really got to stop
wearing, wearying Ma, missing the long distance phone calls with
Pa, whatever you do, just squeeze it in, book it in, and hope you have enough time to reel all the memories back in.