THREE POEMS
Sep 01, 2022
2 minutes
AMY BEEDER
Daniel Defoe, Hosiery Merchant
knew his seams both false & true, his garters, nifty eyelets. A gainful trade,
stockings being what they were: always ruined or runneled: even Queen E’s
silk fixed, darned at the tooes. He owned a brickworks, too. Wrote novels.
Pamphlets. One about religion had him pilloried on Fleet Street.of dead cats, though, people threw flowers & then queued up, elbowing
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