A. V. CHRISTIE

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From under the friable ground, a hemmorhage—
up and out into the air, wasps
through thick and thin, intricate
as a sheet hung on string
between two twin beds.

O, the unremitting film--
Clark, Clark Gable.

                 These loyal chaperones. And pain.
The siren, the afternoon billowing.

I had only been weeding

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You can read more A. V. CHRISTIE poetry, in its entirety in Quarterly West issue #54.