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256 pages, Hardcover
Published February 3, 2022
Pram boy, pill boy, You know who
No flood for you
no gush or release
of blood into water,
filaments and threads
For it is you who will be carried
While the others are shed
(I’ll take the one with the curls your mother said)
There take heart, Pram Boy, you see?
Yolk sac floating, placenta growing in
all smooth with your transparent skin ….
And those other mothers’ wombs removed
while you the perfect pill-boy settle in
Can you feel it, Pram Boy?
Can you march in time?
A change, a hardening,
the jarring of the solid ground as she treads,
gets her pockets picked.
[…]
Quick! March!
And your Mama, Pram Boy,
yeasty in her private parts.