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Happy Birthday Mr. Riskingham! (First in the series)
National History Museum
She dumped her date in the gastropod section
as he searched out his own kind
among the sluggard snails;
slipped off quick and silent
with no discernible trail.
She tore out the page of Martin
wiped his number off her phone
erased the stillborn memories
of his body, skin and bone;
of his oily Twiglet spindle fingers
like seaweed in her hair.
And he would weep to Joy Division
love, (no) love will tear us apart
while she embraced New Order
He never touched her heart.
Petulant Riskingham ( 1977 –)












