Friday 17 April 2015

'Doolittle' by Finn Jackson

The last bed I slept in kicked me out after five minutes. It said if you want to tuck your feet under the covers then you can use the futon downstairs – that’s not normal for a full-grown man. But the futon and I had fought the week before so since then it’s been benches. In winter, in the cold corners of parks, benches are grateful for the company and for the warmth – memorial ones especially. I try to divide my time between them so it looks like I don’t have favourites – like you have to do with friends or children. But I do. Of course I do. I’m not going to say which, though. It’s not that I don’t trust you – it’s the pigeons: they slip the benches gossip past the breadcrumbs in their beaks and it would spread quick as litter – or blame.  

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1 comment:

  1. Bloody pigeons are more plastic friends needed


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