I was hyper aware of you
and I didn't know what to do, so I did nothing.
I just mooned about
that day
when the water glassed off
and you gave me
some chai tea sachets,
lunch,
a potted chili grown from seeds
carried on the whaling ships from South America in the 1830s,
river stone fishtraps
a picture book of birds
some biscuits in plastic wrappers,
your ear.
Now THAT'S what I call selfless, Sarah. What did the ear taste like?
ReplyDeleteC'mon Tom. Don't be coy. You know what ears taste like.
ReplyDeleteBy golly you're on a streak.
ReplyDeleteYes ... thanks Ciaran ... it's called a should-be-writing-my-thesis streak.
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