Whistling Through Teeth and Eating Chocolate Orange
by Rebecca Rosier
In the light kicked in
next to the passing train windows
Next to the cows
That long gravel path
Made short by a
Red 2-inch book and a restless lust.
Together with
The inevitable passing of time
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I was full of me
And you seemed so too.
Favourite white
Every crease new explorable.
The wheelbarrow on your porch
Still harbours pale rhubarb.
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In the room of your new house
Carpet upon carpet
Smelling of a massage room
Impressions of a well trodden pile
What an empty house seemed.
Fixed my hair
Fixed my eyeliner
Cleaned my hands.
What was then
Was then,
But it felt like now.
Only now-
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In my bed I wore a roll-neck
two soft yellow bed socks.
Scratched through white blinds.
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The more he clicks his knuckles
The closer I get to the blue
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footsteps, doors
Corridors, walls,
Numbers, names,
Restaurants, walls.
Each the last.
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I took my time with a million parcels,
over a million situations,
over one half of a polo.
A perfect crescent. Powdery and
sweet.
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I spent my hours
waiting for buses
to get somewhere
Then waiting for buses
to get out for there.
I marked my days
Handfuls of sugar puffs.
Cups of pale camomile
Rubbing my nose on shirt cuffs
Made washing worthwhile
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Hired and blue.
Belonging to nobody and
somebody un-particular.
We took our voices
And there was singing.
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The pink-shoed lady pulled up the blinds
As the District Line pulled in
Like then.
Unwrapping plates with a satisfying tear
Finding a position on a velvet chair
Holding the door with a bright red wedge
Finding myself in an empty bed
With nothing but rhymes in my empty head.
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You hate my breadknife
It’s all I own
But then you’d hate any knife
I’d chosen alone
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Against the brown coarse
A silver siren
It’s not mine.
Reflecting the space between A, E
“Just…”
if only, but not yet, not for me.
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My hair was knotted today-
Big and round and coarse.
MY EYES WERE JEWELS.
I wore a tutu.
It was -nice. But
you said
I looked pregnant in it.
Thanks.
As it is as it is:
You’d hate my midwife
You’d say so too.
You’d hate any midwife
Chosen without you.