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2012, buttons, childhood, clothes, colour, cupboard, echo, Eglinton Hill, family, generation, history, identity, lifetimes, living room, marble, marshmallow, morning, Mum, muse, pastel, sound, speech, stairs, taste, tin, transparent
currency of generations
‘fetch the tin of buttons’
a quest to the cupboard
by the stairwell just outside
the room we dressed in
and spent all morning
because it was warm
‘the one with the fruits’
different sorts of fruit
pastel-coloured and
marshmallowy on a tin
‘they’re petit-fours’
something to understand
later (the taste had been sugary
and pasty and although
it looked like fruit it stuck
in my throat) now has
buttons which are cool
and swirly when I run
my finger through them
and marbled-enough
to see history and boiled-
sweet transparent-enough
to see worlds themed in
colour and echo from the clothes
of real people from family aunts
and uncles in the past who
I never knew or can’t remember
the lineage from which I came
contained under tin-bent lid
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childhood & Eglinton Hill & morning wormhole: between thoughts
echo & stairs wormhole: no one – poewieview #24
family & lifetimes & sound & speech wormhole: being in love – poewieview #26
history wormhole: B le tch l ey P ark
identity wormhole: too late:
living room wormhole: fine
Mum wormhole: finding my own true nature – Plumstead, Woolwich, 190915
muse wormhole: and that’s where I are
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