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There is a pink enamel paint stain on my desk on my grandma (rest her)’s desk
where i spilt
on purpose a whole tester
bottle of pink enamel paint
oh she would
be pissed off if she saw it
if she could see it
she would not be happy.
She would buy me things like
(my nan) to organise my shoes &
storage solutions &
to knit my prospective kids like
shoes and hats
& these things would be pink or purple
And she would hate if i called
her nan if she could hear it.
It’s not her fault: she lived her whole life wearing pink in a pipesmoke room uncrinkling pink dresses with a silver iron uncrinkling pink pills from silver fish fin foil and cleaning with a wire brush my grandpa’s pink unders. (& the stain is roughly in silver
this shape.) fish fin foil & pink unders
Ro Daniels is a poet and graphic essayist, with a focus on conceptual work and transformations. They are working on their autobiography-in-graphics, Everything Body, and a chapbook, Empirical Science. They live in Sheffield and work shelving books in the university library.
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