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On this day of sharp and localised pain
Taken from 'Seasonal Disturbances '...I think of you as a disagreeable cloud that won’t stop raining, or rather one that rains just after I’ve watered the geraniums, or you’re a cloud that hovers and won’t rain when the garden needs it, blocking all things cerulean, and although I say I’m useless at standoffs, the truth is I know how to incubate silence if I have to, so now, seeing as neither of us is willing to concede even a missed call, I’m forced to take comfort in an artificial sunset projected onto Southwark Bridge and the churn of river from the back of the boat that flows like blood between sisters. |
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