and throws us all about sometimes. So I'll be a little late making a decision on last month's prize poem. Please bear with me. And in the meantime here are some short prompts for free writing, and possible poems:
Enter Here
Because we were small...
Things I carry
Stop this nonsense...
Something is sick...
Lynne
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Enter Here
This is the place where you met me behind the concert hall, the place where you first called me Alice by mistake, then forgot my name a third time, so I wrote it on your arm in biro so you would remember. This is the place where I almost kissed you, but then your girlfriend came round the corner.
Later, I wondered what she said when she saw my name written on your arm, or whether you hid it from her, rubbed at it in the bath, trying to pumice my name from your skin.
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