Mr Handbag

The cackling sound 

of old led

sat and placed us 

with a person

It echoed out his life

and coughed up

three CD’s

so we sat.

darkness and fingernails

ran out of the room

leaving only me 

with Mr Handbag

his corduroy sweatpants

leaked receipts

covered in syrup

or was it marmite?

my heart began to bleed

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I asked my husband this morning

To make me marmite on toast

Lightly toasted please

Lots of butter

Lots of marmite

Cut into triangles

Pooling and chaotically spread

It arrives

Two whole slices

Slightly burnt

Marmite and butter evenly spread

I smile gratefully, yet I’m perplexed

If I asked my lover to do the same

Would he get it righ...

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