Sport 43: 2015
cups live together
cups live together
She smashes smoke rings
before she rolls him
into her poems.
‘I’m Darkness,’ says the night,
pausing to poke
her politics at him.
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Where walls steal girls,
the artist visits
his fancy tongue.
‘Let’s count the flowers,
in front of your nice table.’
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That man brings
love-sized shoes.
‘Would you enter my kiss off?’