it comes as a relief. the long trudge, feet sliding in sand, ropes chafing necks. then more ropes, tied wrists, ankles, looped round wood, my new spine.
As was with Monday mornings, Edgware Road underground station was teeming with goers to and goers fro. Women ran in high heels.
To see him standing in that space, The walls I built, the rocks I lifted, To talk to someone, face to face, The words of raging calm that drifted, Seawards on a rolling breeze, You begged of me, you begged me please…
Thank god today’s lectures are over,
time to begin the ritual of alleviating my sober
state of affairs in which binds me anxious,
you love me for my stories
the tales hidden in the plaits in my hair
brush them out
I want to go for a swim –
The sun is a magical thing inside my toilet;she sticks to the surface and doesn’t come out, even when I coax her with weird promises like “I’ll love you until I have used up allof my glucose storage”
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