Tail-bones Wet street, Melbourne storm, outside Tusk, feet go under, tail down, hit the hard concrete and Snap! Tail-gated, broken coccyx and sacrum Yoga back-flips are out Donuts mean a blow-up cushion The tattle-tale of a fall-girl, cracked and grounded Tail tucked under, not wagging I always held out for the long-tail, pony-tail, story-strands that grow and wave, windy and free Could high-tail it out of trouble Leave anyone tailing me, behind “Metal in her spine,” one said Some thought I was chasing my tail to stand up to bullies I walked in,…
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