what to do with all that stuff.

 

i bottle it, like granny

stored the hard pears,

still tasted bitter.

 

been waiting a while for ideas,

in a rush, the words, sweetness,

contstriction were all

shoved into the bottle,

sealed, labelled and tied.

 

ready to send to america,

collage museum, let them

archive it, bottled up.

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' bottle' , indeed a bottle of emotions tightly sealed, sweetened by found words, and constricted with thread.

and other things