Ted Bonham

Fragment (Consider Revising)


In the Poetry Library – 24/3/16

Why did you get your laptop out even?

What could you possibly hope to write here, surrounded by your betters, sneaking fruit pastels into your mouth and wondering what you did with that bottle of water if it’s not in your bag? You can feel your teeth rotting in your mouth and you are thirsty. You remember the pain at the dentists was like having teeth pulled. Thirst is something to write about. And the feeling of nails down black boards. Children don’t get that feeling any more.

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