August 17, 2018

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By Cate Sawers

 

 

 

It used to be this dirty old nag

that never did what I said

and I was careful where to touch

cos road grime lurked everywhere

many meals consumed

muddy boots and free-form coffee

angry, tired cat essence

ice cream

smoke

crash.

 

It sat on the curb like an injured animal

that escaped from home to be hit by a drunk

and left to suffer until I awoke

it was too late anyhow

rigor mortis passed

rip out seats

dig through trunk

collect the plates

bid adieu

Adieu.

 

 

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