By Jenny Middleton
CRACKING THE CODE The Rubik’s Cube Craze was pushed like some mathematician’s drug by parents, teachers and TV but still I thought more of jelly shoes and whether they were maybe made partly at least -- of jelly cubes -- the type eaten at parties and turned in to trifles pulled from the elastic of their gelatinous blocks and dissolved from their geometry in boiling water -- growing paler and smoother with each stir -- or pushed -- the way my diabetic uncle pops them with urgent desire into his hot mouth’s cavern chewing sugar into his blood and I thought, when I was eight about sweetness, about needing something beyond yourself and about how hard things have to be before it gets easy twist life right.
Jenny Middleton is a working mum and writes whenever she can amid the fun and chaos of family life. Her poetry is published in several printed anthologies, magazines and online poetry sites. Jenny lives in London with her husband, two children and two very lovely, crazy cats. You can read more of her poems at her website https://www.jmiddletonpoems.com
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