in me
the snap of fear
is not a hidden cleft.
why are you
prattling about mandrake?
she proffers amnesia.
i second her.
he paints a rolling wolf.
i gape at it.
to be wrong
is a right i’ve won.
(From PRIVATE 36 – AFRIKA, p. 71)
in me
the snap of fear
is not a hidden cleft.
why are you
prattling about mandrake?
she proffers amnesia.
i second her.
he paints a rolling wolf.
i gape at it.
to be wrong
is a right i’ve won.
(From PRIVATE 36 – AFRIKA, p. 71)
