Every year I had to
acclimatise
and every year I had to get used to
being slightly
strangled.
The first days of winter
even cold autumn days
induced a gentle
retching
as I swallowed inside my fetching
skivvies.
Soon
though
I was used to them so
I wore them
the season
through.
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poetry by Genevieve Callaghan
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