My poem "Larva" has been accepted by inkscrawl. This is the one I wrote on realizing I could no longer recognize some people I had once cared for very much. The title is in the Roman sense: a ghost, a death-mask. Guest appearance by Ashmedai, who is still important to me.
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- 1: Give me a cipher, give me a lover, set me free
- 2: This new one is derived, he tells me, from page 225 of the London telephone directory
- 3: It's not what I was made to do, but believe me, I still care
- 4: Re-reading our texts from the strawberry days
- 5: Am I one of those human beings?
- 6: Just took time to say, I'll drop you a line
- 7: I'm yours in the day and the dead of night
- 8: And four hours north of Portland, the radio flips on
- 9: You are just the fingertips of something
- 10: I yield to her cry, losing my own names within me
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