The Inventors.

Tucking one arm behind her, throwing out the other;

up front and on bended knees, looking rather pleased,

she says, very sweetly, I invented these.

Dusting down the figurines, endless cups of tea,

combing crumbs from the sofa, keeps the window clean –

sunlight pouring in. He says, I invented these.

Tweezing splinters from her finger,

stains collecting on his jeans. Rule of thumb –

proud erections. Says, I invented these.

Monster movies, deconstructed;

ropes and tyres in the trees;

rising up toward the summer,

and laughing, screams, we invented these.

Lost Skies. [acrylic 24×18″]

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