• Vol. 06
  • Chapter 01
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It was decided to fold up my town

It was decided to fold up my town, and forget its creases,
and the lines I had been running thumb-nailed into it for some years now

we were asked to take a corner each of the lake
and fold it in like bed leaves, changing the sheets for a stranger, we imagine

I will take you round, I will walk you down the quay
and I’ll hand you off the folding in, it is agreed my past will be posted off.

Lick these stamps together, hold my print down and
pull the lapel of my envelope across the room, seal this up with me.