Wednesday, 2 July 2014

a one hundred and thirty seventh poem...'state of mind'

When the letter arrived
And Harriet opened it,
Began reading the first
Line, her pathological
Schizophrenia kicked in:
She took his Polaroid
From her purse, ripped
And threw it in the bin –
From where, hours later,
She would rescue it
For the umpteenth time
And sellotape it
Back together, as she
Returned to her other
State of mind.

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