blackout poem #3

blackout poem #2

blackout poem #1

< ! . . start fragment . . ! / >
w here is the e x i t
i nee d to g e t out
you saw me h a p
pening | i f e l l *
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fragment of poem for my unborn child.

flowering Chinese cabbage | my growing | vegetable heart

wondered through the burn | ing stomach & focus | the mind

because it is coming | the rest of everything | tightly wrapped cylindrical head

the yolk & anchor of it | the cross pollination & | small, delicate version

walking with her | sleeping with us | less commonly, the mandarin

pretended it was over

allegorically

the corners of the painting

unfinished

smudges pushed across

the centre

sketching the stars through

asylum windows

spinning plates in yonder corn field

bleeding out