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A Dollop Of Marmalade
A dollop of marmalade
dripped off my toast
and onto my wrist
raising my wrist to lick it off
I smeared the toast into my hair
now in the macro scheme of things
it isn’t much
but
after a morning that includes
an empty toothpaste tube
squeezed flat
and rolled up really tight
and a shoe-lace
that snapped four eyes down
my toast
sliding stickily down the wall
is
I’m willing to bet
letting me know
in no uncertain terms
that all is not as it should be
and that my day ahead
is going to be a little rough.
Copyright ©
Rory Galbraith
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