SAD I AMS

I amthe ringfrom an empty Cola canthe scrapingsfrom an unwashed porridge panthe severed armof last year’s Action Man. I amthe envelopeon which the gum is gonethe Sellotapewhere you can’t find the endthe toothless stapler, springless bulldog clipthe dried-up liquid paperthat mars instead of mendsthe stamped addressed replythat you forgotto send. I amthe battery in which…