This poem is taken from Stand 232, 19(4) December 2021 - February 2022.
Last Tuesday
After Solange’s ‘Cranes in the Sky’
Last Tuesday at the doctor’s surgery, they said I was not Well
the lady pulled out a chair and a box of 2 ply. I said – It’s
like the world has run out of colours. I said – it’s Like
I lost my soul someplace, like I’m in a forest full of Cranes
...
Last Tuesday at the doctor’s surgery, they said I was not Well
the lady pulled out a chair and a box of 2 ply. I said – It’s
like the world has run out of colours. I said – it’s Like
I lost my soul someplace, like I’m in a forest full of Cranes
...
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