If I were a proximity mine, you'd never be able to set me off. by Alexander Lloyd Twyman

Aug 2011

If I were a proximity mine, you'd never be able to set me off.

Where are you now?
Cairo?
Detroit?
Grimsby or Paris?

What are you thinking?
Finances?
***?
Luxuries?
Nothing?

Like a twig
shaking in the cold
winter wind

Like everyone
that ever lived
you haven't.

Written by

Alexander Lloyd Twyman

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