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You’re sitting in John Lewis
Your Vanilla Slice gets nine out of ten
I’m in the skate park
Cloud obscurity nine out of ten
I dream about huge wasps leaving toffee
I eat one of the stings
Like a brazil nut
Next day your daughter spills honey
And you dream about me
Like I’m a symbol
Or a sky badge

You love maps
You tell me about Bournemouth
Where chalk meets rock
The lines
I want to show you the best bits from this French film where a woman eats cherries from a glass bowl and cries
then walks with an unsupported cigarette in her mouth
for ages
You show me the contents of your cupboard
Your cleaner has lined up your crisps
And I realise I haven’t told you yet
How much
I hate kites