Saturday, 5 May 2018


I am
Apricot jam,
That’s me.
On my face,
On my knees,
Watching the bees,
A feeling of glee.
Jar in my hand
Sticky fingers,
Isn’t it grand.
Wiped on my ears,
Smeared on my cheeks,
Sugary tears
Of joy.
Loved it since
I was a little boy.

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