Lia Purpura, Parasol Mushroom (detail), featured in AGNI 102
Damage
“I’m bored too, believe me.”
That was how I spoke to you.
“My kingdom for a conversation!”
You were right, I had to be broken.
The one time I roused myself,
I strewed heather where we’d lain
bowered by a boyish-blue coverlet.
(Darling!) (Our soundtrack swelling—)
A littered bed. Litter, from the Latin for bed.
A kindle of rabbits. A stretcher for the dead.
Published:
| Online 2007

Sally Dawidoff
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