A poem by Tina Bass


on the edge of it
speaking softly she said
I do cohere you

he executed each sentence summarily

all things from egg
do you understand?
prostrate yourself
become lumpen mash upon hard ground

night-lights cut through 'lack of'
caution proceed with caution
observe incidentals
rules can be ignored

she was made for days like this
brittle cutting-cold summer
colouring bleeding smudges
blue-sky icing cloud-bubble

like a child
embracing the notion of morning


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