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OFF COLOUR POEM FOR A GREY SKY DAY
It happened again on Instagram Someone asked
to lick me within seconds of signing up to post
photos of rude citydwellers Later on almost knocked
over by fragrant girl with greasy hair on my way to
singular boutique where bespectacled clerk told me:
the shirts don’t really fit me here because of my big
butt (seriously!)
Even a poet of my wordrenown cannot make this shit
up I inched closer sidelong glances Obtuse young man
trying to seduce me? Later we joked over macarons +latte
and he proceeded to tell me that he prefers real redheads for
reasons unbeknownst to me
I do tend toward naiveté Fodder for charlatans with
affectations Pronouncing words like Nicaragua as:
Nicarrrragua + arsehole with a slight lilt to the e’s
Later though at the Four Seasons our clerk left in a hurry
Shirttails flapping in the late November breeze
Curated tryst gone terribly wrong My hair: Clairol Crimson
smudging the damp sheets as chandelier began to quiver
unrequitedly
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Winter 2016
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