There are two images running round my head which I'm tempted to work into a poem together: mobile phones going off inside lockers while their owners are in the swimming pool; and the
toothpick fish, which swims up a stream of urine into the urethra of the unfortunate urinator.
Or, apparently, doesn't swim up a stream of urine. More pesky facts...
ReplyDeletewrite it anyway!
ReplyDeleteOK, I will - in fact I'm now at that pause after the first draft when it could go either way. I was going to post what I've got but I don't want to hex it!
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