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Blood Bank

https://www.facebook.com/michaelpburrows/videos/10154945445439880/ Blood Bank Bon Iver Well, I met you at the blood bank, we were looking at the bags, wondering if any of the colours, matched any of the names we knew on the tags. You said, "See look, that's yours, stacked on top with your brother's, see how they resemble one another? even in… Continue reading Blood Bank

Poetry

Underwear Drawer

Underwear Drawer I have been hurt before, the lacy thing the magician’s assistant. An ordinary chest before your eyes from which I will pluck a heart. I have hurt, the boyfriend cut- too scared to say I’m sorry, too sorry to say I’m scared. I have messed around, with dress ups, pretending I am someone… Continue reading Underwear Drawer

Poetry

I Tell Myself

Every day I must I tell myself. Write and whether it's the hell of holes or the height of sophistication I will honour my family debt. Turn my thoughts to desert life and make believe dogs or war dogs coming out with gross approximations of the real stuff. Punktual as opposed to spunktual or should that… Continue reading I Tell Myself