Tuesday, 24 January 2012

what?

i am

cracked? I'm not cracked
like that vase in the kitchen that was too expensive to throw out but not expensive enough to get fixed
like the neighbour's window after last thursday night
like Noel fielding's fox
like ted hughes' wife
cracked. I'm not cracked
like the two crowns of the egg that drowned
or ophelia's goodbye song
***byebye, ***byebye
an aubade from 90s daytime television
a sun grown up to be a woman
still glowing
cracked
like the cobblestones 
or my ankles after walking on them in heels
cracked
like 
cracked.

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