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Wednesday, 24 February 2016 22:57

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from the corner of the room

that small red light winks 

into a nearly sleeping eye


and i, without extension cord


or regard for the hour

bound fitfully towards it 

hot, quiet limbs 

scooping at the carpet



sent from my blackberry z10 


early jokes for sweet nothings



i have a cheap phone that blinks


and you have torn mustard coat 

in a plastic envelope with no note



i lie about sewing


you lie about little

you cheat at arsehole 

then admit it,

later



saul leiter, early black&white
 


in reused wrapping,

latched with neon tape.

HAMKE clings to its underside

in pale ink



early nicknames for new lovers




we promise nothing 

so come with crates 

brimming with every shade 

of best behaviour



notes scrawled on yellow


and stuck to the kitchen counter

and then to the fridge



dropping a stick in the water


and rushing

to the other side 

of the bridge



it is here, 


through this drawer of leftovers

that my hoarder heart rifles

when you forget 

to laugh at my jokes 

on purpose




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