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EB Oct 9
Take me apart, body boy,
Hold me, dangling, from the climb.
Your hands have cast a spell on me,
The movements hit bullseye.

I waited many summers
For my body boy to dive,
But the cord was wrapped around him-
How he had to kick to survive.

The waves below us called to me,
But my body boy decried,
‘How can I jump from where I’m from,
When I never learnt to cry?’

One day the cord turned rotten,
And I knew it was our time,
So, my body boy let go of me,
But he never jumped behind.
EB Oct 8
plucking and pulling,
gouge out the jelly.
many hands have scraped my skin:
the soft base of my belly.
teasing and testing,
wrench apart my brain,
i carry the abrasions-
this invisible, ever-spreading stain.

— The End —