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Explain It To Me
Poem
It’s like when I said they were twins
and you said, I thought they were sisters.
It’s like nearly drowning in the sea,
or racing prams, over summer sticky tar.
It’s like being inside a deep hole,
with knick-knacks on the shelves.
It’s like big fat furry hair rollers,
and gin and tonic tinkles.
It’s like being a good bitch
and it going, unnoticed.
It’s like Einstein -
Frank Einstein.
Frankenstein.
It’s like colouring in pencils, the good kind, Faber-Castell,
and snails in garlic, and being lost in Invercargill.
It’s like screaming underwater and headaches,
that no amount of piss-weak Panadol can take away.
It’s like boiled eggs gone rubbery, when you wanted soft,
and soldiers, with long fingers, at your bedroom door.
It’s like making a promise and breaking it.
It’s like knowing summer gone while you suck
marrow snot from beef bones
