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I haven’t revisited my mind
because who wants to know
who wants to be reminded of
the pea under the bed
like a checklist
I’m happy in blissful ignorance
the back pain
only exists when I’m bending backwards
when I carry more than I can
happy to forget
that my spine is ten thousand miles from my head
that I’ve cut off my fingers
picking up shards of time
that my eardrum has been glued to a speaker
instead of sea shells for far too long
that my skin has somehow shrunk
sultana under the driver’s seat
never feel the sun or the rain again
why can’t that be
the things I forget.
Val Writes 