ecstatic, eccentric
idiosyncrasies are swapped like “Pass the parcel!”
under the table where we held hands tightly
till I couldn’t feel my fingers
blood loss to my numb brain
i keep getting lost in my own insecurities
join the dots.
exit the maze.
finish the game.
then put it away.
high up in your cupboard where it waits
for the next time when you bring it out of the damp dark
wipe the dust off
wipe the sweat off your brow from trying to reach up to grab the box
practise makes perfect
maybe next time you’ll
(get a life) make a wish (rub the lamp)
for something physically possible
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