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Mr Handbag
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
...
Friday 28th May 2021 2:43 pm
The Bed and Breakfast Test
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...
Sunday 3rd June 2012 5:08 pm
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