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Fresh Clean Bedding
from Anthology 2019
by Suffolk One
Pip Hanser
I forget the exact sound of her voice, Or what her face looks like when sleeping. I don’t know how her hair falls down her back, Or how her jaw clenches when eating.
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But I know how she feels.
She feels like finishing all your work Or that emotional tune, Or having nothing to do On a Sunday afternoon.
She feels like that moment When you look at your friends Against the black background of a Friday night That you never want to end.
She’s like a freshly clean face Or the end of a walk; A perfectly cooked lasagne; Hearing your favorite person talk.
Maybe her hair falls like treacle, And her skin is soft as daisies. All I know for certain is She’s like thick, lump-less gravy.
