She burns br her old boyfriends br br watches br each br br (one by one) br br writhe & wriggle br br trying to get out br of the situation br br their lies br (now as then) br had put them in. br br Their lies br going up in flames br br their smiles br nothing now but ash br br & the charred br remains of photographs br br (here an ear br there a hand) br br survives br the auto-de-fe br br almost as if br she couldn’t forget br br her very favourite br bits of them br br her many & various br men. br br Now they are br nothing br br but smoke br drifting over next door neighbours hedge br br leaving little smudges br on the wind tossed washing. br br She felt she br had escaped br br their power br to hold her. br br “Well, that’s br wipe the slate clean! ” br br “Let’s start br again! ” br br The sound of her br Rabbit vibrator br br louder than br next door’s lawn mower.