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Dream Houses

I forget

      some days

in Helepolis –

 chapelles

         of blue peaches

        call the foam-line

  ‘Men of Rome’

my wheel emits

uncertain as

gaspereau

 

 


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is a writer living in London. Her poems have been published widely in magazines and anthologies, and she was awarded the inaugural White Review Poet's Prize.

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