Global/NaPoWriMo
2019
Day
Fourteen
MARMALADE
When
they turned the water off
the
poetry dried up apart
from
a few dribs and drabs
coming
through the ceiling
when
somebody had a bath
little
drips like them and the and we
bigger
drops were marmalade and
cricket
and anything sticky like wicket
then
one day the ceiling dried up too
the
cast iron bath came falling through
in
fact everything but the kitchen sink
I
tried to throw it all back to the man
upstairs
but he wasn't really there
14042019
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