Pieces of You- S.K. Nicholas

A Global Divergent Literary Collective

These lazy afternoons are made of bones and tiny pieces of your nose and the image of your outie belly button laced with sugar and a length of string lassoed around a tooth or it could be the moon. Depends whether we’re on talking terms or not. Gonna have a beer and shave my pubes and then place them in an envelope and send them to you sealed with a kiss plus a photograph of me as a kid back when my hair was more ginger and I was a hyperactive dick, as opposed to now when I’m just old and strange. I’ve got sunburn and I’m all out of rolling tobacco and my teeth hurt and there hasn’t been a terrorist attack in months and I’m worried that when I next take the train I’ll be caught up in one and end up as some body outlined by chalk…

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Categories: Sudden Denouement

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  1. Pieces of someone else, but so many pieces of YOU, Stephen. Very much loved this and smiled all the way through the chalk outlines and the thought of you being “wrapped up in infamy”. X

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