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Runcible Spoon

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Two fridges


and on top of my dad’s fridge

there’s a pack of ginger biscuits.

Unopened, I can't nick one

without him knowing.


Today he’s eating steak

that he bought from down the market

and he slobbers as he chews.

Dribbles gravy down his shirt.

I watch and wait.


Mum’s turn in the kitchen

and she peels the baked beans open

so quietly.