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Sport 41: 2013

Jo Aitchison — Will You Be My Umbrella?

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Jo Aitchison

Will You Be My Umbrella?

We may find ourselves
stunned at our togetherness:
open-hearted fool cards
left on benches.
*
When you lifted me up
& pasted me to the ceiling,
I knew it wasn’t love.

I waved my spider legs, you said,
‘I’m not getting you down
until you’ve learned your lesson.’
*
I would make you look
at my face, but I know
the bruises would be too much
for you to take.

Hate me
now, let’s cut
to the chase