the bold
calligraphy of her heart
displays
elsewhere on other special trees.
Answers
fight their way into the exam paper
for fear of
being stranded in a section
of the brain
which is never again accessed.
A late and
uninformative thank you
letter is
tortured into existence
by a
furiously embarrassed mother.
In one dull place,
the words which might have formed
a poem struggle
for coherence in
a
conversation about last night’s t.v.
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