Thursday, January 18, 2007
Crow
Thinking about buying a stuffed crow.
We could sit around in a darkened room, the crow lit by flickering candles, and take turns to read bits from Ted Hughes's Crow.
And Crow retched again, before God could stop him.
And woman's vulva dropped over man's neck and tightened.
The two struggled together on the grass.
God struggled to part them, cursed, wept --
You in?
It'd be a laugh.
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Thinking about buying a stuffed crow.
We could sit around in a darkened room, the crow lit by flickering candles, and take turns to read bits from Ted Hughes's Crow.
And Crow retched again, before God could stop him.
And woman's vulva dropped over man's neck and tightened.
The two struggled together on the grass.
God struggled to part them, cursed, wept --
You in?
It'd be a laugh.
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