Tuesday 24th September 2013
I have 24 days to finish up the masters in creative writing that has formed my personality for the last two years. My head feels like it is full of spinning plates.
Jasmine is blossoming on the walls
blooming white and yellow
making light of the air.
In our heads we are different people.
A mother walks towards you, lets go
of the pram’s handle and says
here, take who I am,
she begins to unzip her jeans
and wipe the make up from her face
she clamps her wrists to yours
her clothing snakes from her
the pram is heavy with shopping
and baby who chuckles into your face
as you watch the stripped woman walk away.