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HARMED
Like an expensive pair of Levi’s, you come already stonewashed, pre-frayed, tough in places but compromised by gaping rents where knees kiss cobblestones. Armoured in blood and bruises like a Late Gothic crucifix – if in-your-face vulnerability is your first line of defence, where do you go from there, and isn’t that a stupid question? You are either growing new skin under those fearsome scabs or you aren’t. Come, sit here a moment... Too weak for either peace or alliance, we can still balance a truce on the rim of a tea cup. First published Apples of Gold, ed. Ruth Williams © Inge Milfull (2011) |
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