Mine - by A.E. Plastic

mine

she’d never be

 

though it did seem

on the cards

just then

strolling past

the fusty hotels

and the blacked-out

betting shops

on Merchant’s Quay

 

maybe she

was distracted

by the tumbling

of the gypsy kids

in the carpark

or perhaps

(is this vanity

or its last toehold?)

she was

dreaming up

new ways

of goring me

 

 

the unheralded

change

of perfume

a run

of unfamiliar

phrasings:

so many ways

to skin a cat

whereas only one

to split an atom.

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[Shari-Lyn McArthur]

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