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6.147
27.v.24
sewn up
ekphrastic for Mehwish Iqbal’s ‘Vassal’
these are my
dismemberments
here are hearts, the
red fly
lambs’ legs fruit
fall
flock of the unknown
thread loose point
through
growths
you could go in and
count
the white of
whiskers
chains, hair of head
roots
the reach of limbs
there is always
another world
breath caught
parting
time is in the animal
time sticks out as
well
there’s all this
runaround
they could be little
legs
a forest
instructions are yet
to read
nothing is what it
is
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