Want of Mollusc
our copper blood’s your top shelf unreasonable desire
not just not available for Christmas giftwrapped
it’s an impossible want for the leap year round
as we say in the trade no I haven’t the faintest either
a wonderful retirement curse for example or
give it to the kids for lifelong proud dissatisfaction
So much of it is about realising what you’re writing. What’s going on? In our house we sing this out all the time as a greeting, a punctuation, an existential complaint!
“What’s going oh-on?” I would love to make the words do all they can right now as they find their way into the world and some of that goes on. It’s in the rewrite where their final identities will emerge, their personality and even, now I am growing aware, their embraced imperfection. Once, I hunted down my solecism and eradicated it with glyphosate.
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