“Remember that corner?” of course I do, how could I ever forget every single time we drive past it she reminds me that’s the corner where my fist connected with your face and I ruined your favourite dress that’s the corner where I put my head through the drivers side window of my own car that’s the corner where I threw away every single one of my keys and made the ridiculously stupid statement that I was leaving for Detroit to smoke crack and kill people that’s the corner where for as long as I live you have every right to remind me of. Poem by Owen Roberts