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He cools, she lies (links from Bernardine Evaristo)

they believed in

a time when

she alone

something more liver friendly

 

she read his mind

‘just this once’

car equals limo

an embryonic premonition

burden of being an only child

 

multi-racist whoredom

gruesome threesomes

he cools, she lies

rehab now

surprise, curiosity, pity

 

red trousers

turn against our own

 

none as dark as her

 

ugly grandchildren

spilling into cup of tea

When she wasn’t cooking (sauce from George Orwell)

new false teeth

ten yards by five

on the fat

fat as were

in and out of my mind

I never remember her when she wasn’t cooking

into the Beachwood

beds of dead bees

snubbed me

bite the worm

 

other fingers

keeling thought as near to poetry

with butter-colored hair

 

with a big scissors

 

a June evening

the endless June evenings

never knew he was ruined