C) Ice Cream
By stevo
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Ice Cream
You would have to see the photograph, but
we are both eating choc ices, my sister and I; there
she is, intent on the wrapper, wrapped herself
in what looks like curtain cloth, a munchkin-suit
of aqua and brown with a teddy-eared, tea-cosy
hat; and me, mid-chew, brassing out the camera
with a ruminant's weary stare, my cardigan zipped
to the neck, flyaway collar the colour of week-old
cream. Behind us, our Nanna's house floats in the
shed window, suspended like fuel in a puddle,
smeared across the glass like the ice cream on
my sister's lip, the rust and green of a starling's
back. You would have to see the snap, but our
fringes are the same; a home-cut, cow-chewed
slant above my almond-shaped, Bournville eyes.
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