Sunday, 23 December 2012

I Once

I once

heard someone say

I like you

you laugh at everything.

Sparkly swirls

over an unfathomed dark.

And everything

I bought

was bright brittle plastic.

Now I'll

only buy

if it's made

to last.

I feel

crowded closing

in

and wonder if

it will all

last longer than

me.


 

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