This poem is taken from Stand 242, 22(2) June - August 2024.
Not Knowing
‘Non sai tu che tu se’ in cielo?’
We have to get naked to know one another. Half of the game
is unveiling ourselves. Layers unpeeled to get to the yes place,
the no-place. Don’t you know you’re in heaven, you whisper.
I whisper: in the blue sun of Yorkshire, my thin form emerged,
...
We have to get naked to know one another. Half of the game
is unveiling ourselves. Layers unpeeled to get to the yes place,
the no-place. Don’t you know you’re in heaven, you whisper.
I whisper: in the blue sun of Yorkshire, my thin form emerged,
...
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