Those fat irregular beads
Hang down her neck
Like cold stones.
A string of glass eyes winking,

Begging to stay awake.
All vying for the optimum position:
The centre. The breast bone:
Where my favourite bead sits
(She doesn’t know which one this is.)
It is special
It is mine
It is slightly to the left

Near the heart.

Featured in ‘A Coat of Blanket Dreams’ available to buy from Creative Future

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