Poetry: Black ear
A first draft; I suspect for the lady in question, something like it will be true.
Black ear
It’s at 10.45 on New Year’s Day,
when clutching a Coke and
half a bottle of red, that she
shrugs the leopard-print coat
off her shoulders and launches
her resolution at him: this is
the year of throwing more tantrums.
Labels: black ear, new year, poetry, resolutions
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