Was it removed like an inflamed
Appendix?
Do you finger the scar and realise you’ve been misled
Into the slate desert where the candles
Never stay alight
And you’ve tried to jam in different
Things
Sex, drugs, art, politics,
But in the end
You look at those who kept theirs
Or had one transplanted from a willing donor
And wonder how you’ll ever get through the book you started
My book Until She Sings is out now https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_e9pLDbMJNZQ4E
MB Blissett 