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He’s my friend, but I don’t understand him.
Some things I can’t countenance.
He will eat road-kill.
I know it makes sense, but I found a
hedgehog in the road today, a hedgehog that had been killed by a car.
I stopped.
I carefully picked him up and lay him
somewhere soft and protected, placed a flower on his back.
Maybe it was a her.
The last thing I would have done is taken
it home to eat.
He’s interested in chess-boxing, he would
like to do it.
I’m intrigued, but no way.
When I was about seven a neighbour’s son
told me to put on some boxing gloves; we were playing together.
Then he hit me on the nose.
I cried.
I like chess.
ab/65
1 comment:
give me the boy at seven, and I'll give him a bloody nose (A Jesuit)
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