Monday, 9 July 2018

CONVOLUTION

by Lara Bosley


The woman said she walked
on eggshells, came
home all yolkifried.
The man said he tried
the shirt but it was
backwards so returned it.
The woman claimed she ate
fire for brunch which
was free with the setpaper.
The man demanded
burnmarks to annihilate
his wishful thinking.
She said she sighed
motorbike rides all morning.
He queried whether
that was a time
or place for
concentric
lilac quipping.
She said they’d
bloom probably
regardless of colour.
It’ll wash out
She appendaged.