The Collector
My life is full of sense:
I have a big collection of
fridge magnets, calendars and hotel slippers
which my friends bring me from
their trips. I have the rare stamp
I found on the street. I have the flippers
I bought off a church sale.
Alas, I can't swim... Luckily, I
have neither wife, nor kids in my collection.
When I feel sad, I don’t
need to lock myself in the bathroom for crying in
the company of my red-nosed reflection.
23/07/2019
Tri-Con Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
Copyright © Kurt Ravidas | Year Posted 2019
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