She pruned roses with a chainsaw

grows back fuller, better

learned it from an old man

 

You’re nuts andrew she said

she smiles

bet you make plastic planes, read sci-fi

 

Yeah sharne you don’t belong

constrained ex-army

all that drive, creativity

shackled

 

 

He sold spots in phone books

now to PNG you both

new kid, maid, barbed wire palace

 

He managed resorts, armed guards

two bullets in his back

put paid to it

 

You in divorce court

his attackers free

no more sushi on the boat

 

You were pruned

they didn’t grow

did you bloom

I just don’t know

 

END

 

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Cheers, Ish