rebecca palmer


Only Wednesday

Its still only Wednesday;
There are hours of heat in the house,
the air above my radiator,
Is quivering like sun over sand.
Drying me out.
Those cheap net blinds, I see them froth and flirt
By the train track, another bunch of
girls flashing their Friday night panties on the tabletop.
Picking out words with this chipped biro

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