Sunday 26 April 2009

Day 25

(again, I'm sorry this is late! I got carried away making tea and things)



your gums are pink like raw fish
and suckered like moulds around the roots
of your teeth.

I get a great view every time you stretch
your mouth wide, tongue flat like a bishop
caught out on the wrong square.


"write one about me
and how sleepy I am" you said;

so I did.

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