Auckland Poetry

Pantry Skulking

My eyes flare wide
No tomb robbers would dare
Unyet you gamble with my skin

I do not wish to be screwed
Or unscrewed -
I want to sit upon the pantry shelf
And swing my feet

I can see a lot from way up here
I see through you
my transparent friend

I lost my rose specs long ago
In a pile of tissues on the floor

© Julie Walker 2007

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