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Glitter-Bomb

No-one was harmed

when it went off, although

there were plenty of casualties

by the end of the night.

 

I’m still finding bright sparkly

ruby-red 30s under the sofa

to this day. I ate that much

meat that week it

 

nearly turned me vegetarian.

I smiled and said: “Sod it,

I bet we won’t do this when

we’re septuagenarians,” and

 

you agreed with me. My

own birthday limps over

the finishing-line at the

beginning of the new year

 

and no-one ever goes out.

Latching on to the way

you felt, for a moment I

glimpsed what being born

 

during the summer months was

all about. After everyone

crashed, I took a knife, sliced,

had my cake and ate it.

 

poetry

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