Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

Just like that

by Tatum Dunn

There was just no way of knowing by the way she walked
That she would die today
I could have told her not to go to work
She could have run naked down Brighton Pier instead
Ate hot doughnuts
And driven home with salt and sugar stuck to her face

She had never been to Cuba
I could have booked her a surprise ticket
So that she could ride in a car with no back seats
And watch stingrays tickle the sand
On a beach that no one had found

Its confusing
A vanish trick with no explanation
There is a half drunk coffee cup on the side in the kitchen
A torn page with bread scribbled on it
She forgot
Her bed won't have her anymore
And it happened just like that

Added: 30.04.2009

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