Look the Other Way

by Jane Downing

These are my concerns, I have

wrapped them neatly

and put them in a zip-lock bag

I tried sharing them

however they did not

halve and I do not know what

else to do

When the waters rise

my concerns will stay dry if only

someone could help me

bury them deep, press

them beneath the ashes and

when that doesn’t work first time

re-press them

If you want to unpack them

there’s not much I

can do though it’d be easier

to have a wine or two

an alphabet of mind alterations

from E to LSD to MDMA

to help forget

There was a time I had hope

my concerns would evaporate

in the +2ºC but time itself

has taught me otherwise

Now I live safe in the knowledge

there’re more concerns where they

came from

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