Poetics

xiii

let us talk about pity and syntax

the box of heads you keep under your bed

hair for artificial flavour in cheddar &

hair from the flame tree

the sweet smelling thing

you wish to hide under sixteen years

in the south without a code let us talk about

disguise, a fucking machine of cloud

sugarbush­­

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