At Times, Acerbic
How many hours spent in the bed
with the vortex at a pillow’s length?
Cave, torture chamber, boudoir trap,
mother’s arms or sweet farniente;
subsequent bitter shame;
first gulp is refreshing,
the next could be the one to choke.
Telling time using reflections:
angles of a mirror on a vanity unit
built into the wall
cornered against a south-facing window.
Diagonal line of light instructing
when to leave and air.
Alchemy lab, absorbent learner, trusted spy,
from the fly-tip where it rots,
can it help tally up the hours?
It is time to swap them back.
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