Terry Collett Poems

Why doesn't he touch
my inner thigh?

She watches him
...

There was one left in the box,
A large chocolate candy, the kind
She liked; but what to do? Pass it
Over to her to indulge and risk her
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In my head
voices speak,
Ingrid says,
each one suggesting
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How was it for you?
Uncle asked, lying
Slumped across Auntie,
Some small-beached
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The city reminded her
Of a room full of dark flies;
The constant sound of buzzing;
The frightening hitting of
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Once upon a year
Maybe it was around
Christmas tide and
The choir had stopped
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You watch the way the girl
Pulls apart the croissant with
Her slim fingers and licks each
Finger in turn sucking on each
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All alone except for
The dame sitting across
The way drinking coffee
Her lips ready to sip her
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Uncle brings in the dead chicken by
The neck and begins plucking out the
Feathers with a skill that fascinates
Your 10 year old eyes and as you stand
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Never trust dark skies,
Mother says, sitting next
To you in her wheelchair
Aged and infirm, her mind
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