x-ray specs

It was a rainy day
when he sent off for a pair of X-ray specs

observed in  the back of a comic book.

Days passed slowly like they were stuck in glue,
outside,

a bike  chained to a leaking pipe,
rusted.

Weeds escaped through concrete.

The rattling bones
of skeletons in closets

ghosts under the bed
spider legs,
electric shocks

books he’d already read.

Finally,

one day,
slack jawed

the letter box opened.

A brown parcel

tied with string,
postage stamps and ink.
His hands carefully unstrung
the string and the paper fell open…

if he had already had X-Ray specs he would of known
that the package was empty.

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