Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

an exodus fathoming air

a strobe-lit punch, my
like a scream,
like a scream,
a strobe-lit punch, my
a strobe-lit punch, my
whole sky crammed
whole sky crammed
with your lost pressure; —Caroline Bird
with your lost pressure;
—Caroline Bird

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