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Dirty Pretty Thing
She hallucinated out of my mind.
She hallucinated into my mind and died
with eight – seconds left
rat a tat – tat – tat.
Where has my able – bodied
mistress gone / belonged?
Fly away – butterfly
or are you a moth?
I hold you to the fire
and see which way you go
and you are
gone
you are
never here
hear where?
You were language
and natural
and untidy
dirty pretty thing.
Beautiful eyes
and eight – legged friends
are my specialty.
Brute
subtlety by force
who is the persuaded one now?