We have been in this dumb show now for ten years.
I have witnessed you mature
blossom-lush to magisterial.
Still you tremor me.
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Piggy-wig? Peccary,
if you don't mind.
This is the New World. British Bongduras.
I've got things to do -
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Shelduck, drake
to a discord of warblers.
Far bank dissolved in
myopia, memory:
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At the end of her last session
she incubates a judgement
you will never read.
But you contain a deeper
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Glory, emerging
from a pupal cagoule
sister to my calloused Adam:
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I do not take your fancy in the least.
Against your barbs, my hide turns dense
And shoulders squat in dour defence:
Rhinoceros, I am an ugly beast.
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Unsung Dürers of the die
poise over the deportrix...
Brand
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Nobody knows her age, or dares to ask.
A L'Oréal helmet;
contours of a sylph.
She sells greetings cards.
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