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Oh, no,’ the womangirl thought. ‘My basil plant.’ The woman-girl had a basil plant at home. She watered it tenderly each and every day. Sometimes she would remember to water the basil plant before she remembered to brush her teeth, or get dressed. The basil plant had indeed drowned. But just as life ended for that fragrant creature in the womangirl’s kitchen, new life began in the womangirl’s bathroom. In between the sink taps, a dormant lotus flower began to bloom.

A man in a bathtub bobbed by, looking incredibly confused and a little embarrassed. ‘Don’t worry, it’s me’ the womangirl called out, pointing at her wet face to demonstrate. The man smiled sympathetically. ‘If you see my plug, let me know. It’s floated away!’ ‘Hm,’ thought the womangirl. ‘Rings a bell.’ But she couldn’t remember why. That can go on the list.

Two lovers with love-drowned eyes passed by. They had fashioned some garden furniture into a gondola, and their friend, who was training to be an opera singer, stood at the helm of the watercraft and bellowed the alphabet. When it came to the crunch and he had the opportunity to shine, he shook with nerves and realised he’d forgotten every song he’d ever learned, but everyone thought he sounded just as lovely singing letters one by one, and they all knew the lyrics to this one.

The womangirl realised that of all the people she had passed, no one had even noticed that she was crying. In fact, no one had noticed that she was crying tears of such a large volume and at such a rapid pace that she was the one who had caused the flooding.
The womangirl didn’t want anyone to know that she was the one who caused the flood. She didn’t want anyone to know because she was ashamed.

The sighing of wind juddered the wardrobe raft along and the womangirl looked ahead.

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from The Womangirl's Flood, released February 12, 2021

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Hel MacCormack is a 25-year-old writer, composer, lyricist, performer, and comedian from Liverpool, currently based in North London.

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