Lament by Iris Brossard
Windwood by J.S. MacLean Lament All day hidden in the table I’ve trembled through their songs The hum of smiling knives The marimba of forks That insist on waking me up The drugged spoons that ring in their sleep Cowered beneath a ladle hoping they won’t find me When they open the drawer And slam the metal city on my head […]
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