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Sport 43: 2015

cups live together

page 235

cups live together

She smashes smoke rings
before she rolls him
into her poems.

‘I’m Darkness,’ says the night,
pausing to poke
her politics at him.


Where walls steal girls,
the artist visits
his fancy tongue.

‘Let’s count the flowers,
in front of your nice table.’


That man brings
love-sized shoes.

‘Would you enter my kiss off?’