the funeral

fiction, nature 1 Minute 
on thursday
you wear pink

and the snails march one-footed
antennae bayonet high

we link our thumbs
swearing on Mummy’s "Encyclopaedia of Bulbs"

as we lay flowers
on the graves of the thrice-consumed lettuces

the little geranium glows
amongst its green plate leaves

and we drink red cordial
and draw crosses in the dirt





Written for Twiglet #261  “you wear pink”

	


	

			


	

			

				

					

		
		

			
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