19 & 20
Back when
bookstores had
Mountain ranges
like caterpillars
I met Lorca
I was
washing the dishes
& he
tapped me on the breast
In my blue
matador ring
Tears blood
quicksilver
It was a
child’s birthday jelly
Like frog
in a pond.
Then I had
to sleep
& read
the English Canon.
I woke up
for a moment today
In time for
the firing squad
My charge:
‘Play’.
Published
& Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.
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