My manager, Sam Howe, spends a lot of time pressuring me to write about her - in my journal, in my stories, poems, all of it. So, one day, while at work, I scribbled down this title with the image of a young girl - much like Mary from 'The Secret Garden' - sitting on the back of a tarantula with her nose curled up to the sky thinking about thinking. This is what became of that:
It
began, as most things do, with an idea
and
transported onto paper – through paper and ink –
the
idea – however small – was created.
She
sat on the back of a tarantula
arms
folded
head
pointed to the sky
thinking
about jam.
Jam
on toast
jam
on scones
jam
on pickles and sausages
in
mornings and nights.
Ponder,
ponder, that’s what she did
perhaps
too much
–
but definitely not too less –
thinking,
at first about jam
and
maybe all the things in-between.
It
started with an idea
however
small
it
was created
she
sat on the back of a tarantula thinking about jam.
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