DICTATION.






—then sweeping with a gust/     shriven splotches

       of wilted poppies—murder/of color


       bright plot     to sea-sicken/my flush planks—botch

matte i've worn/desk to bed—crude-hued mother.


—i had to      glint/wingtip—slash rain/a tern

       scissoring a nosebleed—quick/fish skim wind


       outbreak of earwigs/ebbing toward the berm

—slam     /and hide     clam hands inside good oven.


       blisters    /witness     my pardon/i'm unfit

for penning coups—see     black/white—unsea blue


—lye/     scour tongue—rich     glare of bruises/surfeit

of what done     gave you bloom plum/lake and true


      right the slashes/i wrote     by rote i write—

no—but heaps     of blood-fists thump     yes/my blight.



Lauren de Paepe

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