Gina Butterworth


The Common Beast

Bandy legged jealousy,
Everyone sees reflections in its eye,
Cries it has my nose, or cheek, or chin,
But no, the monster is not I,
No winged beast of air,
No footed one of land or sea,
No stalker in the darkest forest,
Has such foul claws as jealousy.
It broods underneath tables,

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