TheJunkYardProcession
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before it knew me.
It had been hung out,
A note in the pocket,
badly bleached and pinned,
blue ink, reminds him to buy
so when I took it
the milk and some bacon,
from the line, grabbing
and I imagine him running
hold of two corners,
with a greaseproof parcel
the breeze whispered and
and a bottle of milk.
it danced in my arms. Teeth chattered rhythms
A Little Accident
under wind chilled white. There is sticky orange squash ii
kept in a cupboard with a jar full
This is a forgery:
of nuts and bolts. I dilute a little
a fossil of the man
in a ridged glass, the water is
who fitted these creased sleeves
warm,