Friday, 14 February 2014


I am standing here.
And unabridged
you want your letters
to be heard.
I’m saying: That’s a lovely dress,
but loose those wrinkles in your hair.

I might have been
mistaken, unaware.
And then again,
I must collect no flaws.
By darling, you must mean novette.
I know that now and I accept.

Correct illusions. Don’t suggest!

Repel and scream and disconnect.

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