The LossLit site (http://losslit.com) has gone bad, so here I reprint my 2017 poem that used to be there -
A short course of treatment Six walls replace three of scenery. On the sides, slowly moving faces sucking at the glass. They put a colourful ruin in the centre so they can watch me explore in and out, questions and answers. Every so often they add more complications to avoid - a plant, a diver, a treasure chest. Each week while I'm out of the way they clean, and I forget everything. |
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