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A Poem by Sam Summers

What are you doing?

Drinking the sky.

Funny accent.
Australian?
Newzealandian?
I’ll get back to you.

You can’t drink the sky.

I’ve drank bits of the sky before.

South African.

So have I.
So has everyone.
There’s nothing special about bits of the sky.

There’s nothing special about South Africa.

That’s why I’m attempting the whole thing.

You can’t drink the whole sky.

I could give it a go.

You’d get full.

That’s why I’m sitting on the toilet.
Just in case.

It hadn’t occurred to ask.

You shouldn’t drink sitting on the toilet.
It’s dirty.

It’s vaguely arousing.

It’s not.

Where did you find all those straws?

Why does she need all those straws?

In Subway.

To stretch out of the window and towards the sky.

They let you take as many as you want.

You’re taking advantage of their generosity is what you’re taking.

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What are you doing in the girl’s toilets?

Research.

Research.

© 2012 Sam Summers


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Sam Summers
Sam Summers

Newcastle, United Kingdom



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