Poem: Monday Daydreams.

monday is the colour of concrete telephone lines tensely moving with the steady stream of internet job-searching, house-hunting, dreaming   his furry tummy is moving slowly his whiskers are twitching with sleep my feet are chilled meat, my hands all bone, but my heart is warmed by his breath which atones my disconnected body, my… Continue reading Poem: Monday Daydreams.

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