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Jun 2020
My gloved feet can clap
they make a slapping sound, feet
I applaud myself

If I were madder
I would eat the whole blue thing,
that whole mouth *****

I walk into view
rubber gloves rubber gloves, slap
slapping the floor, clap.

Slap, slap, slap, slap, squelch
I stood in something icky
I mop the floor clean

The microwave burst
I am covered in jelly
pierce film with fork

Play the mouth *****
it sings like a tragedy
blue lipstick edges

The kitchen sink fits
harmonica, sink, fridge, spoon,
I swallow them whole.
Jodie-Elaine
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Jodie-Elaine  22/F
(22/F)   
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