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Runcible Spoon

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Twisting the Sheet

 

it's no use

being wise after-"Ah well, it was clear that something was up"

 

taking a branch of the family genogram

infering

 

if not cancer

then the heart would have gone at some time or other

 

I remember

twisting the sweaty sheet and gathering myself

 

in a grimace

of concentration, wrinkling my brow

 

flaring like an engine

as I came back down to earth, with a shudder

 

nobody knows which bed Death

hides under

 

waiting

for a small death  unnoticed