‘…you settle your cup down
prelude to a story of how you described the colour
green to the blind man on the tram
having said he only knew red, born into pools
congealing
how you asked him what his dreams looked like
you’d never wondered about it & now you need to
know
“A blind man helped me see today!”
a booming benny hinn
you push your sunglasses upwards along the gradient
of your ski-jump nose
(yoyo’s stuck in your teeth)
& hand me a postcard from my home town
‘It’s not about finding out who you are’, you’ve written
‘it’s about remembering who you were’
I settle my cup down…’
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