A contemporary poem about weekend without witnesses, using a concrete image system, a pressured turn and a restrained open ending.
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I fold the red carpet into the boot beside a jacket that has never met a flash. The road out of the city is ordinary— petrol, bad coffee, a dog asleep in shade. No one asks me to sparkle. By Sunday, my face has stopped performing and the sky has nothing to announce.
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