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Poetry night

August 8, 2013

Rosa invited me to an open mic poetry night, and I thought why not? So I wrote this and then read it out at the Darkroom:



When you realise that you forgot where that story was supposed to go and

actually can’t even remember any of the talking at all about because when did her eyes get so close and distracting

those dotty doubts that kept you up late, aligning uncertainties into an impenetrable structure

instantly you know, just the smallest gesture and they will all lie down clacking in a black heap and you start to reach out and…

and then she kicks them all down before you were ready

but her lips are pressing and you don’t mind one bit

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  1. August 8, 2013 10:29 am

    cool Giles, as always, you write so well – loved it

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