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Where will I put this list?

I can love another face once I learn how.

These are my remedies; these are my addictions.

Barely doing my job.

You are breezing through, grabbing bread,

hemming a dress & sucking a lemon:

‘I need your chequebook & your clothes.’

Words to utter as I compose heaven: ‘damn you, thank you.’

One January I walked in the woods at night.

In a clearing, I saw an owl.

After that, I became honest.

Haven’t had a cold or a headache since.

When your eyes meet mine

don’t forget the vulnerability of that open space.