Tag: plastic

Fruits and Suites

We washed in an avocado-coloured bath -
we had never tasted that foreign fruit
back in nineteen-seventy-two - or three -
we were lucky to get to peel tangerines

It was a plastic suite - uneasily creaking
with our scales of weights of our pre-teen
occasional visits - each darkly recorded . . .

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