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I am more a fool for thinking, wiser for feeling, as if my head had ever the chance of hiding this from me
I’m sat here at the kitchen countertop
my laptop on a chopping board
watching my mother's jam pot
simmer away the plums and sugar -
I’m here to stop it boiling over.
It has already done it once
the sticky pink liquid has become
stained glass on the hob cooker
it hasn’t reduced much
so I might be here just a little while longer