a splay of spectra

across his body

nimble in the kitchen

and now wreathed in smoke

the tired superlatives come to rest on a wrinkled nose

 

I should find another poet to corral exhaustion

and squeeze glamour from it

New Year’s morning the pixellated pen is dry

and wrung out in suburbia

 

we are making hereness

 

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Allegra

Born 1958. Not dead yet.

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