Friday, 13 April 2018


A stranger tells me I am made of ivory
He would genocide an elephant to craft my shins

And this is romance if by romance
you mean something so much
more than you asked for

A bin is romance, the cellophane overflow
is romance, the stank dump with loose teeth

of broken fridges. I am romanced
by a pot boiling over / spaghetti water
to my ankles is another I love you

Leaflets tonguing the letter flap
are a home delivery of the heart

I did not invite it in but like the fox
at the window romance is everywhere

Seal up your cracks with silly putty
A stranger romance is panting at your door

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