Poem: ‘A Form of Words’
Paul Batchelor, 18 April 2019
Just as, after the affair, when I knew I was in the clear but came down with trismus of all things and had, needs must, to post the ‘finest sashimi in Brooklyn’ through the half-inch letterbox between my upper & my lower incisors poking it in there with the chopsticks yearning to contribute in a non-confrontational way to Miss X & her sister & her...