'TO LET MORE SUN IN?' YOU ASK
Aug 06, 2020
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Poem by Cecile Bol
‘We need another window…’I twist & turn in self-destruction like a dog whirlsaround in poop. Can’t you senseseventy-two million galaxies of violencewithin me? Options roulette-rolling:cars against trees, cars off motorway bridges, carsinto rivers, jumps down towers, slow claw hammers,fast Japanese kitchen knives & helium& helium & helium.‘We need another window…’& I will climb through–onto our red-tiled gable roof–when the wind is right–the air tastes of sea–‘We need another window…’
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