Avidly following the sword swallower
and still wondering where it goes.
I used to swallow my words
but I haven’t done that in ages,
And it’s not that I’m always right
more often than not
I’ve got it wrong.
When I was younger
I charmed a snake charmer
was a bit older,
the snake only wised up when it
curled up in her bed for the night
and found me coiled around ner.
stories for rainy days in Baghdad.
© 2020, John Smallshaw.