No poems
Only mistakes
Not as precise as her
Two lips
First against by back
And then my shoulders
Shelved as we were
Between sheets
Turquoise
White
As outside
Inadequate
Layers of snow
Barely cover
Subterranean bones
And their
Mute
Piped
Call
As outside the frosted
Window
Upwards
The tractor negotiates
The white crusted hill.
.
Malcolm Paul
Picture Nick Victor
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