I want fish fingers and baked beans in a soft white roll.
I want to feel the sauce splat out and dribble down my chin,
down my clothes that I just put on; clean.
I'm listening to Dolly Parton.
I'm listening to myself,
"That's all I'll ever need..."
I had a shower today,
but I didn't wash up the saucepan.
The ketchup curdled.
And I'm thinking,
I can't believe Vic got married today.
Saturday, 6 December 2008
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