Friday, 13 August 2021

my poetry books

 my poetry books 


the books came

  at last

the ones with my poems

               open them

ripped open in an attempt

to put them back into my brain

but they no longer fit

  either 

lengthways or sideways 

literally laterally inverted

reinvented / corrupted 

by the optic chiasma

crossed wires on the way in

they seemed too … too …


unwrapped

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