Another Thing

abigfatcanofworms Personal Reflection October 9, 2021 1 Minute

They are tuning a guitar
repetitive reverberations
like your purring in the night.
It is I who phones the vet,
an iron filing in my lung.

Put away your tin snips; 
the moon is unhinged enough,
swinging from that cloud
like a child’s tooth.
Just let it be.  Please.

Written for Miz Quickly Oct 8 (Two Rooms)

Published by abigfatcanofworms

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Published October 9, 2021

6 thoughts on “Another Thing”

K.Hartless says:

October 9, 2021 at 9:28 am

Oh, the child’s tooth is a terrific image. Terrific.

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1. abigfatcanofworms says:
  
  October 9, 2021 at 9:32 am
  
  Thank you.
  
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Ron. says:

October 9, 2021 at 11:37 am

Yeah, I dug the baby tooth too, and was also tortured by that iron filing.
Roomeriffic!

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1. abigfatcanofworms says:
  
  October 9, 2021 at 11:43 am
  
  Many thanks, Ron
  
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Misky says:

October 10, 2021 at 6:24 am

The last stanza is magic. The second stanza is concerning.

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Jewish Young Professional "JYP" says:

October 16, 2021 at 12:34 am

“They are tuning a guitar
repetitive reverberations
like your purring in the night.” – what a description!
Hope your kitty is ok!

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