Pre-work poetry practice, going through my notebook to find the following lines.
22/3 -
Tin foil, tin can.
Those are the lips that kissed,
The lips that she kissed.
25/4 -
Présélection téléphonique.
And 27/5 -
'Your expanded LAN is the wide, wide world,'
Sometimes more, always growing.
Like the band James, over time pages and pages of scribbled notes become a stanza or two, whittled down through drafts until there's something there.
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