Wednesday, 22 May 2013

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Saturday, 18 May 2013


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Tuesday, 30 April 2013



when the window is open
and the sun is in there too
filling the room clear
and attached,
the dust specks lit up
in the shaft above the chipboard table with
the knots in the lacquer,
in a room in south east england
yes
yes speak
in the bright,
with the mud and chipboard
and the grass,
in the summer
all your old skin cascading round your face:
that’s all it ever was