For the show, I wore a short top and a pair of jeans. I stuck the arms of Jake’s sleep suit through the belt loops at the back so that it hung down my arse. Later, when I got home to Ireland, I put it on my mother’s grave. It’s still there, though much more frail. It is sunken into the mud and rocks. It used to be blue and white. Now it’s yellow, like someone soaked it in chamomile tea. My older brother was angry that I put it there. He found it an upsetting image. He thought it a messed-up thing to do. But I meant it as a souvenir for her from the Grammys. Because all the time I was there, I
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