Tuesday, August 27, 2013

A Poem by Marc Carver

The woman in the shop
had three boys
two were in a pram
that she pushed around.
As she got to the checkout
she opened the inside of her arm to pay.
There were deep cut marks at equal distance
along the forearm.
I looked away
looked at her three kids
they were all stroking the long
hair of their dolls
one each.
They were all girl's dolls.

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