Saturday 2 February 2008

'nana 'tater slater ping

The phone is for yakking

She hangs up abruptly

Peels a banana

Carefully

Puts the naked ‘nana under her chair

The peels she puts

on a table she’s dragged specially for this.

(They’re dangerous- you know that.)

Undoes her shoe, pulls out a pack of cards

Shuffles them

Goes around the table,

Sits down infront of it

Dealing out a game of solitare.

Wait. You don't know what that is?

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