Friday, July 29, 2016

Julie McElhone #30 Table with Contents

The kitchen table where we meet dependable she and I 
and have breakfast and teach and argue and storm away from 
and come back to and learn and make craft and pile books
an often lonely answer

to the call of things. Those, those things, 
pose like undisciplined acrobats,
the debris of our day sometimes in rhyming couplets:
there’s a bus pass 
and a drinking glass
a cut-up toilet roll 
in a wooden bowl
a tiger key ring 
and a ball of string

you get the picture: unruly data
shape shifting reliefs of each other.

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