Friday 30 November 2012

#21 - How To Flies Do It?

Barely three dessertspoonfuls into the turd,
and already I am regretting my hubris.

My colleagues expressions do not speak of
gobsmacked anticipation; Julie in particular
looks flushed and angry, as if
I have wronged her. The sheer effrontery!
Oliver is on the phone - I presume
to the papers, singing my praises -
tears breaking the severe contours of his face.
He is learning not to doubt me.

I push down another tongueful;
it tastes of cinders and hair
and hard-won respect.

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