Friday, 30 March 2012

Licking the Foil

Licking the foil

from a baked sweet potato.

My mouth sticky,

bent down to the kitchen counter,

lapping the juice,

wearing a polyester camisole.

We lost an hour last Sunday.

Wood pigeons weaving

a Scott Walker intrigue on the wall.

I wonder if everything

will stay the same?



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