A skinny man with several shadows
points into other darkened rooms.
He is silent grey, stretched high,
stretched long; turn him sideways
and you ‘d miss him. Look away
and you cannot see him. Seems
like everyone you know, everyone
you have never met but thinner
than you remember or expected.
Noodles in mild sauce are too hot,
tofu tastes of nothing. I wanted
a pint and a sandwich for lunch
but Andrew would not change his
mind. I am not scared of the dark.
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© Rupert M Loydell
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