Between thirty-six, even forty-six
this chasm
a bridge always broken
always fallen

when the earth’s machinery
grinds on in loving spite
unasked

going beyond
a matter of luck
which over-worked angel
happens to be
on duty

this new year
watching Tommy Cooper’s
life story on tv
with a glass of raspberry
juice and a sickly dog
i said to my sister
‘one wish’

she refused
cited the devil and
a rock-hard loaf

i’m different
see that stone?
i’m going to chew on it
suck off its corners
run my tongue
down its knobbliness
feast on its ancient
reluctant chemistry
until i’m full of renewed faith
in hunger.

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