My relationship with ideas
My relationship with cling wrap.
I am forever trying to stretch too small a square
over too big a bowl.
And when I have, finally, achieved that neat, tight encompassing skin.
I must poke a hole in it.
Yes both cling, cloy, tangle and frustrate
And I seem as incapable of smoothing out either, of making ideas or cling wrap stick
With out getting some stuck in my teeth.