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14 December 2021

end of season

there have been fewer words 
written down
more spoken to friends or lovers 
or strangers

there has been less work than 
I'd have liked
but also less guilt or shame
inside

the nights are long & sleepless
when I like
and closed heavy dark when
I need 

the sea is a maze of mirrors
glinting hard
in morning or evening sun
bubblegum pink 

my skin has gone a nutty brown
except
underneath the strappy bikini where
I am still pale

life is gliding onwards like a frisbee
afloat in 
a sudden gust of high wind 
alive