The last of me
'The last of me' by Sue Vickerman
One rickety chair, two plants long-dead
on the mantelpiece, solitaire laid out
three-quarters played, a crisp packet,
some crumbs on a plate, an eye of mould
in a pot of tea, the tab-end of my last cigarette.
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