Treasure Island

Simon Huggins

(05-June-1972 / Oxford, UK)

Raspberry Jelly [Creation Myth #14]


I am too old for jelly
Mother
gives rage that wobbles
the pud
I cannot now eat

Please reduce your stress
Mother
sits down, washed out
of blood -
I understand, keep track

And in her understated way
Mother
snatches the undesired away
throws it away
'Don't throw a menstrual' I say

Ironic that it was raspberry
Mother
grapples with my confrontation
and stays -
'Your friend called, ' in passing -

'He says he's done something.'
And I know what this means -
The jelly now seems quite
comforting.

Submitted: Monday, February 06, 2006

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