Auction Day

While I was quietly doing nothing all day
but feeding the geese their stale corn-kernels
and manicuring the Guernseys
in preparation for the Registered-Guernsey-Cow Auction-Day,
something irresistible
lurched into my life,
something unknown, from nowhere, with eyes like Alaska,
and growls,
and sighs,
and offers of what it proclaims will be Permanent Joy
in exchange for a home,
in exchange for a home with me.
So what am I supposed to do, Our Lady
– casserole it?
What am I supposed to do I want to know.

– Selima Hill

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About handshedown

Keighley Perkins is a Cardiff-based poet whose influences include Anis Mojgani, Selima Hill and Richard Brautigan. Her work has previously been published in "Acumen", "Elbow Room", "Erbacce", "Fire", "Northwind" and "Obsessed with Pipework". She can also be found online on Twitter at @handshedown. View all posts by handshedown

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