Poem: ‘Fortune’
Rae Armantrout, 24 February 2022
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It could have started like this.My mother took me to fabric shops when I was a kid.I would wander through the tall bolts dazed, readingfortunes in the colours.
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Whitepapier-mâchéof the mock-orange floweron its many stems.
Lavender, as an afterthought, necrotic –carried interest.
Ochrelike sunset in LA,like dehydration.
The popular mauve-greywhich blendsindifference with...