The last line should use me, not I, dear Christina.
The pedant strikes again! Ho Ho.
R.
----- Original Message -----
From: "Christina Fletcher" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Friday, October 17, 2003 9:55 PM
Subject: Biscuit Tin, 1910 (new draft)
Not at all sure about this. Not even half sure. I seem to have loads of
versions now. Oh well...
bw
christina
Biscuit Tin, 1910
The see-saw boys in sailor suits are dead men --
just as the cart girl and her goat have gone
where Billy's bridle rots. It bulged with gossips' heads,
cats' tongues and horns but someone scratched the paint
and split the sky, prodded and poked a child's pale eye.
The only living thing is rust.
Open the lid: there's almost nothing there --
a crumb that's lost the smell of cinnamon
and I, as my Oma's mother in the brass.
christina fletcher
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