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I am I am January – an anthology of backstreet pubs and lost poetry I am February – writing stanzas on the inside of lavatory doors I am March – pondering how snow falls on the Underground I am April – a surprise verse illuminating a stubborn page I am May – having a tantrum over old northern business I am June – that man racing camels up and down sand dunes I am July – old metal rolling on a road to nowhere I am August – a red fox etched upon a pavement I am September – slugs of warm gravy swimming in cold custard I am October – one lit window in a row of sleeping houses I am November – coal dust and mascara making eyes glitter I am December – grandad’s ancient map curling at the corners I am
