5.35. Digital Green - Poem by GRANT FRASER
There's me gowned up
with so much to think about...
So I shave,
And when I sneeze
a long silvery lace
dangles from my upper lip,
As the mirror reflects
back like some hesitant
Switching on the tap
everything is rushing
down the sink into somewhere...
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