Parading

Anyway, Arthur Rimbaud wrote a poem

I love, “Feasts of Hunger.” In it a line, “Suck
I love, “Feasts of Hunger.” In it a line, “Suck
the gaudy poison of the convolvuli.”
the gaudy poison of the convolvuli.”
If the convolvuli is what Sexton, the poet,
If the convolvuli is what Sexton, the poet,
not you, the nurse, calls an infection, —Airea Dee Matthews
not you, the nurse, calls an infection,
—Airea Dee Matthews

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