M.A. Griffiths


Throwaway lines

I'll lose some things I will not need:
that tag, these toys, this plaited lead.

I'll ditch some things I cannot use:
that dish, those cans, these rawhide chews.

I'll dump some things that make me weep:
those bones, this basket full of sleep--

and I'd bin this ache inside my chest
if I could bag it with the rest.


- for Sine the Brown
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