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Sport 43: 2015
Where to go
Where to go
I am considering blowing my nose
in Buenos Aires or perhaps
going to Guangzhou to think
about my bank balance.
There is the option
of mulling on my father’s
faults at Fort Myers, or feeling guilty
about my Nana in Nagpur.
I could go to New York
to catch a yellow
flower in the footpath
or be surprised by a cat
in Dharamsala. I might like to feel
an ant on my inner arm
in Amsterdam, or find a nipple
to suck in Nepal. Maybe
there’s a black and white bird
in Antarctica which will
turn its head in my direction
and I’ll feel fine gravel like a toothbrush
under my thumb.