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POETRY

Light Head


 

I fell asleep.

 

At the wheel, I accelerated so fast

I gate-crashed Mum’s funeral. I slammed the brakes,

tears rolling as fast as the windows, and reversed

into the hospice to tell her, an accident

I would not be able to hide. Laughing,

she reminded me I don’t drive.

 

She switched on my bedroom light.

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