Hunter Deary emits noises like peach pits;
dry, scrotal humming that punctuates fits.
When a hip comes loose it comes loose
before breakfast and she pops it back in
with a winch, a rock, a clean tube and hemp belt.
Ask Hunter Deary what the microbes
are for. Ask Hunter Deary what the library's
for. Ask Hunter Deary what agent con-
tested her birthright, her staying out late, her
transmission on broadband at night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem