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September 4, 2016 | by  | in Poetry |
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Hera Lindsay Bird

Objectively speaking ‘Hera’ is a beautiful name

even if in formal situations you introduce yourself

forthwith: ‘Lindsay Bird’. A half lie

 

propagated before the whole

in which you deliver sincerely the lines:

“I am savant in the breeder business

I’m re-elongating pugs’ noses.”

 

With your hair pulled back

a nondescript audience—

nodding—fails to recognise you

Henceforth

 

one day I’d like to recite

a muffled myth of Oedipus

to you as Frank O’Hara’s cum

moves down my back—

with an apple in my mouth,

and through no opiate

 

I still think Keats would be up for it.  

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