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On jackpots, and staying lucky
Years ago
they used to hide fivers
wrapped up in cellophane
in bags of Walker’s crisps
I remember
winning the game one time
opening that foil bag
and finding money in there
nestled awkwardly amongst
the salt and vinegar
how it felt like scoring the lottery
despite barely being enough
to buy anything at all.
I didn’t even take the cash out
of its plastic overcoat for a month.
I just wanted to hold it
treasure it
feel like I’d won at life
for a hot minute.
I think back to a year ago
when the angry kid in my brain
stomped on my brick-tower spine
while I drank the same soup for weeks
in a soulless cube of a ward
the crushing impasse
of eating in a hospital bed
to open up stale crisps
and find nothing in there.
Sometimes I think of my body
in terms of a prize to be won
wanting it to be celebrated
held
adored
as if
there’s something desperate
begging my mind to give way
to my sweepstake heart
and in truth
I crave somebody’s eyes
lighting up
without disappointment
only victory
ripping a human
from the inside
out.
Published 22nd May 2024
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22nd May 2024 12:14pm
24th May 2024 2:21am
Brutally good, Missy. This is a great example of why I read.
It puts us there, looking into the bag, feeling the small fortune in a large way.
Outstanding write.
It puts us there, looking into the bag, feeling the small fortune in a large way.
Outstanding write.
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- Edited 14th Jun 2024 7:45am
26th May 2024 6:38am
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Magical, as always, with that incredible, insatiable longing inside just waiting the right "rightness" to come along seeking that, finding it, and the fairy tale kiss of liberation, that moment of recognition to flare in another's eyes.
It's hard to overstate your talent.
It's hard to overstate your talent.
