Tuesday, 22 January 2008

fit

don't worry about me
churning dumpy dyspraxic dough
kneading needy lungs
and bleeding buttery bile

don't worry about me.
i will go at my own pace.

2 comments:

Kathleen Mortensen said...

The title is perfect. I love your choice of words - dyspraxic? That's a first for me.
Kat

The Unskilled Poet said...

Thanks, Kat! It was one of those 3am poems that came to me. Glad I could tell you a new word too!

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