Wednesday 12 December 2018

Paul Otremba

  EXPECTANCY   He places a pillow across my lap, then let’s loose a joke about saving dignity. He wants to check my scar, and...
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Paul Otremba

They used to say the soul / gets in like that, // and so we had meat to knock against, / a tin plate for ringing out the bars. // The without-which-nothing-so- / you-hunger came next, // or like my fists held out—Pick one.

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