Here comes the Sun. Poem: Locker.

 

 

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Locker

i have been thinking about home

 

a locker room, really

 

for our belongings

 

an address

for which to use for identification

walls to get comfortable between

 

but

 

i have begun to

construct homes

from anonymous rooms –

nests

i fill

with books i purchased second hand

and sachets of ketchup

i didn’t need in the cafe

for the now cold rice i didn’t

eat in the restaurant

 

from places and people

small talk

and conversation.

 

Katie Lewington (C)

 

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