KID WISDOM

browsing books
stacked between stairs
i mind-touch them
i instinct-weigh them

by spines
and colours
and names
and font

when a ten year old 
says to me
        YOU WRITE POETRY DONT YOU ?
i nod / say
        BUT I DONT READ IT MUCH
he says
        YOU SHOULD THO SHOULDNT YOU ?

so today i take 
a doorstep 
of Harold Norse
to the white room
with my failing guts

when i come out
i have left 
my trousers behind
and i write 6 poems
of which this is one 

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