A5, 32 pages, Risograph printed, Saddle stitched, Softcover, 2023

"barely a fortnight dead i forgive myself the pain
of debt to the earlier poets of this sequence 
my soul i discourage the hand of god from touching
my body i recommend to earth but no pressure
how does the i fit on youi never broke it in
i have rubbed my foreskin on the plums in the fruitbowl
they were my own and i ate them it ended badly
especially for the plums lying undigested"

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