The nice ladies behind
the counter
in Boots
gave me one
5, No. 7 voucher
'Good for your complexion,' they said.
'Life,' I said, 'is complex enough already.'

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Anytime is fine
for wreckage
and then you'll go
but that's OK
I'll piss someone off
Break stuff
Delete a stack of work
Saw into myself

We congregate like atoms
but never touch

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Something careless about our past
tracks in the mud
obscured, overgrown, disinherited

Maybe it's beneath our dignity
like there's a league table
no one's told me about

Maybe I ought to go visit
find the man who moved to England
a hundred, or two, years ago

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