Off the shelf


The tape is slowly peeling off
The gummed up, gaping centrefold
Whose love has pinned her up
Against the wall.

No fortune, but herself laid out.
No tarot, but a double-spread.
In shots, we watch the stars,
A frieze of flesh.

Last week’s brew-up now all stewed
And what’s not stuck with grease
Will fall. The little space
where Debbie, 20, reigned.

Amazing how a camera
Enamours us so we devour
A girl, a daughter,
Being, metaphor.

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