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Purse
In the tobbacconists she always kept a fistful of change in a paper bag her present from ambivalent parents measuring out attention to their children like bio food, as the day and her lips gathered
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Familiar
I could straddle the streets always forcing forwards with my left foot and not notice the closed curtains the lack of cats and the smell of gas with no fire. It could combust like a sofa in the middle of the night
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Those girls like electrical currents
A wierd sort of half poem. Sort of a monologue to a jealous girlfriend from a cruel boyfriend. hard to tell which one is worse. 'What do they mean to you - those girls like electrical currents?' I had to take you away to the other side of the bar, to hold your hand when I didn't want to because you were too much,
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Cornice
The scalloped edges of cakes made her feel like marzipan, unpopular and old. At wine lunches she found ways to make parcels of chicken and goats cheese disappear faster than sick stains off the back of a cistern.
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The Ovary Aunt
What she doesn't know is that her body is boiling - today, fresh cists are easing through glutinous gills lilke simmering milk, They are fine whilse they stay there mulling, all mustard and metal-
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