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Extract from ‘The Marriage Bureau’

I settle up with Mother Sugar.

My rent for the winter is one confession,

the deposit for the suit is a letter

to the man who requested I wear it.

The bell is free (my own burden).

 

1

To open it, is to experience an event of whiteness, what Bachelard wrote about the almond of a wardrobe’s insides. My heart is an almond, lost all its colour. Don’t come upon it suddenly, it is very jeune fille, very little fellow, not for the opening.

 

2

Dear [….]

I didn’t know I was a dog you didn’t want.

The dog’s religion:

You whistled and I came.


ABOUT THE CONTRIBUTOR

is a poet and literary agent from South London. Her work has been published in Clinic and Ambit amongst others.

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