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Biscuits
so much depends on coffee biscuits
that I hoovered up as a kid
attending my nan’s conservative club
before the smoking ban
they were those little rectangular biscuits
with etchings of a cow in a farmyard on them
and they distracted me from all
the clouds of thick tobacco smoke
puffing out from gaps between
gnarled fingers capped with yellow nails
like steam belched up from volcanic fissures -
of course nothing depends
on those little biscuits really
it’s just a memory of mine
that I hoovered up as a kid
attending my nan’s conservative club
before the smoking ban
they were those little rectangular biscuits
with etchings of a cow in a farmyard on them
and they distracted me from all
the clouds of thick tobacco smoke
puffing out from gaps between
gnarled fingers capped with yellow nails
like steam belched up from volcanic fissures -
of course nothing depends
on those little biscuits really
it’s just a memory of mine
Published 24th Aug 2023
Author's Note
The first line is a reference to "The Red Wheelbarrow” by William Carlos Williams (1883 to 1963).
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24th Aug 2023 3:13pm
I remember mum saying don’t drop crumbs on the floor, and wondering where else she wanted me to put em
