Friday, 8 October 2010

Poem a day, 38: October 8th 2010

Today I picked from the pavement
two dirty red elastic bands.
I used to have one of those balls
constructed from elastic bands

but now I can’t find it
so I wrap one around the other
to begin a new one.
Then I think:

I’m bound to lose this one as well.
It would be better to keep them
on silver hooks in the wall
or inside a glass cabinet

or lined up neatly side by side
in my bottom drawer.
Then I think:
What do I even need elastic bands for?

And I put them back like a small animal corpse
found on the beach
and met with disapproval
by my mother.

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