you learn thru accident of time
the sick and easy quips
of fluid small talk i used to envy.
you find yourself
in a windy town centre, all concrete and nowhere -
its pm on some bland weekday of nothing -youre spouting sharp bullshit
to a confused woman in the warm chemist
who used to be your boss.
you find yourself there
like
any
other
fucker.
like any other
condemned shrew.
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