Ah reminds me of when my grandfather kindly gave away my collection of 78's
including one side's with engravings on the reverse, a 1911 coronation
1930's wild comedy bands and Melba 'no place like home' etc etc
Cheers P nearly 60 years on
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Subject: uncanny snap
Flicking through the clothes rack
at the local op shop
my fingers felt a familiar
texture. Gossamer light,
so sleek, so smooth
and there, exposed fully
on the rack,
nestled
amid the black,
a red loveheart.
Just like mine,
I breathed.
But wait,
at the shoulder,
a little tear.
Odd.
So that's why they're
only asking twenty
when I know I paid
a hundred.
But what
is this... feeling?
That tear is not
close. It is
exactly
where mine is.
It
IS
mine.
...the fuck
is going on here?
Then it dawned.
Mum.
She'd donated
my sexyland outfit.
Bitch.
I explained the situation
to the op shop girl,
who might have nodded
knowingly and yeh yehed.
But no, she let me take it.
Now it's home again.
I hold it up on its op hanger.
How mine is it?
The black shoulder
droops
at the tear.
But it's been away.
The little vixen...
Bill Wootton
12.9.12
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