Twenty-Two.

22/1/14.

Izzy circle

izzy

notice the way the guitarist’s feet
fold over each other,
hold each other

‘feelin’ good’ in a French accent
at an open mic under the stairs
trying not to care about the cold

looking stoic, seeing double, there are
matching mugs, new clothes
a spare towel and so
much
space
in this bed

a bent cigarette on the table
Robin is singing ‘somewhere over the rainbow’
and the walls drip
and someone sighs.

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Sarah circle

sarah

My lips are cracking at the corners
For want of your kisses.

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