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My stories

Cherry

Why did you speak in that stupid voice?

I heard you: You were all grey And buttoned Ready for business And those consonants Clagged in your mouth Like seeded fruits. Who are you to speak Of board meetings And colloquia?

Foucault

The sticky pleasure Of confession comes From the mute moment before, The 'oh, I mustn't, It would be wrong. Bad.' Foucault said this. I think it's sexy. I get all my best thoughts
Cherry

Cracks

I am a one woman drum: Not in a 'Let's get back To the rhythm Of our wombs' sense God, no - I mean, I crack. The gun-fire Of my spinal chord Has sent grown men cringing.

The Pumpkin Man Is Dead

Phrases pinch At my nubs, my eyes are Double letter scores. Trip down to the kitchen Where no-one is troubling Over symbolic capital Or ecriture. The Pumpkin Man is dead, She tells me.

Scaffolding

All summer, held up By iron girders Bad chi force-fields Metal on your larynx But now scanty And adorned with camp sunflower 86 winks at passers by Flashes its panes As if to say:

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