She’s not exactly sure what they are
but someone on the radio is trying to value them.
He mentions Augustine, Kierkegaard and Freud
which doesn’t help.
He says there’s no drama in unforbidden pleasure
and she gets the idea that he thinks there ought to be.
Or that she shouldn’t mind if there isn’t.
He says life is a process, and pleasure a by-product.
She starts to feel annoyed.
Why didn’t she indulge in more of the forbidden pleasures
when she was young which, he says, is
the time we all want to?
She switches off the radio and gets back to the day
she’d been enjoying, until now.
If you have any thoughts on this poem, Sarah Barr
would be pleased to hear them.