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EDWARD IT MUST HAVE BEEN HARD TO HAVE SCISSORS FOR HANDS BECAUSE SOMETIMES IT'S HARD TO HAVE HANDS FOR HANDS James Pabarue
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1. 2. and by then you'll have become 3. 4. I remember your back cracking like a wrist prison prison prison. 5. Yeah, ham sandwiches. Prison prison prison.
__ I'm repeatedly drawn to the concept of physical transfiguration and how we might react/cope when some force(s) conspires to change us irreversibly. Or what happens when we conspire to change ourselves. When are we/aren't we complicit? And, of course, there will always be sandwiches and sadness and ShamWows. This poem was a rarity in that the title acted as its main generative force. |