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A stranger called this morningDressed all in black and greyPut every sound into a bagAnd carried them away
From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold
I remembered how I used to play with my mum.
As a kid, in the kitchen, we would bake together.
Slurping up the last of my frozen yogurt,I overhear someone say,'Being a Simese twin has got to beThe WorstThing Ever.'
Time travel me back.
Let me say goodbye again.
A minute more,
a chance to see Ed’s face
Tomorrow has your name on itIt's written up there in the skyAs you set out on a journeyin search of the How? and the Why?
What do we do with a difference?Do we stand and discuss its oddityor do we ignore it?
Do we shut our eyes to itor poke it with a stick?Do we clobber it to death?
I am on the bathroom floorscreeching,Tippi shaking me back into the world.