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Jun 2020
It was a few days after it all
when I clung
to the ship that wasn’t really a ship, or you told me so
I would have believed it could have been anything
a block of cheese, a fandango,
that old porch
I’ve been dreaming of for a few years
the scene doesn’t end but
Frank, the jumper wearing fellow-
he’s shaped a little oddly- he
told me to leave the fridge open
and you see I got a little distracted the world wasn’t quite there
and the machines weren’t quite machines
and I couldn’t pull things off the walls like I could pull
fishes out of my eyes- something a little backwards
didn’t we used to keep this behind the teabag jar?
I thought the lid was
superglued with something a little tougher than
soft touch
the melody calls out from one of those dog-eared
spitting instruments and we are reminded
it knows something we don’t.
Written by
Jodie-Elaine  22/F
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