Sport 12: Autumn 1994
Corking the Sharp Objects
Corking the Sharp Objects
1.
Wherever you go
there you are.
The dull ache
manacled to your heart
follows you around.
2.
Your lie stretched
from ear to ear.
Your lie stretched
taut
ready to snap.
Suddenly
your smile collapsed
with the recoil.
3.
Darned
like an old
sock.
You’re still
quite
serviceable
I’d say.