For Mary by Eve Chancellor

For Mary I must have been looking for God again, when I saw you, standing there, in your white socks and bobble hat, clicking at the horses. Bless you. It's your laugh I remember most vividly. Always too loud, always at the wrong damn thing. The way it filled the room, like your perfume. Of course, I never met you. But sometimes, when I'm rubbing cream onto old scars, there you are, little one. A…