POEM Nia DaviesNWR Issue 113
do not a woman make. To rectify this, think: radio caverns.
I'd like to sit in my radio cavern and say:
‘Could we axe that diver-eared song of muffle-head?’
Let that echo around a little.
Say: ‘Let’s get ready for your rumble.’
Then put on clothes to make me less of a tremor.
Peter Rabbit fluff socks, cotton pants.
Krasznahorkai’s name inside me as an incantation.
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’ All Fours
is forthcoming from Bloodaxe next year. This is a preview poem from that, her first full-length collection. Hafan/Boiled String published her pamphlet, Çe koslovakyalılaştıramadıklarımızdanmısınız
or Long Words
, earlier this year, and her debut pamphlet, Then Spree
, was published by Salt in 2012.
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