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Chris McCabe
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A girl called Cody came to the desk to ask about the lexicon.I put my black pint on the beermat marked PURITY.
Which reminded me of the state’s new format to entertain the boy :
a steel toecapped boot in the animal A–Z pop-up book.
Someone asked : why would one human bite the neck of another?
straight-off : a juicy strawberry sellotaped to the throat.
It was the first time I’d heard of ears curling after death –
mine always curled after a bath. My ears think I’m dead.
© 2008, Chris McCabe
Publisher: First published on PIW,
Publisher: First published on PIW,
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A girl called Cody came to the desk to ask about the lexicon.I put my black pint on the beermat marked PURITY.
Which reminded me of the state’s new format to entertain the boy :
a steel toecapped boot in the animal A–Z pop-up book.
Someone asked : why would one human bite the neck of another?
straight-off : a juicy strawberry sellotaped to the throat.
It was the first time I’d heard of ears curling after death –
mine always curled after a bath. My ears think I’m dead.
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