Not Spilling A Drop
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Sheena Blackhall
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Not spilling a drop, in a zigzag line
Red-as-a-lobster man, trousers at half-mast
Veers fore and aft towards his tilting table
The blue tattoo on his arm has a wrinkled mermaid
Her sad green tail folds into the wrinkly equator
Around his elbow.
Poor mermaid, gone from a peach
To a shriveled walnut
Her plump pink face and breasts
Now concertina squeezed.
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