This poem is taken from Stand 225, 18(1) March - May 2020.

Marie Papier Three Poems

is an awkward number
It stands on its head
thighs up   legs horizontal
neck squashed

They should’ve left me out
and gone for a party
of four : father and girls
in their Oedipus age

A fifth wheel is handy
when you run over a nail
An uneven number is fine
in a bunch of flowers

you intend to give
your lover   But three girls
and a mistress
is bound to cause distress

I was left to
stand on my head
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