Poems from the first week of August

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I love the way you fold my underwear.

It shows a tenderness.

It’s a metaphor, I suspect,

for enormous and unwieldy concepts,

like love.

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I live in the TV,

in TV land.

This is where all of us

hang out together

and shoot pool

on the set of CSI;

even the dead guy

joins in.

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Sitting here

looking at David’s bum

at long last

I’m aware of how far

I’ve come and how

it’s only in Italy

that  you truly

know yourself.

4 August 2010
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