• Vol. 05
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An hour ago she had the cat trapped
under a washing basket trying to feed it
cheese. The grass, the cat, bluebells
are luscious gifts at her disposal.
She tromps through her palace shouting
like a tyrannical queen who is always hungry,
stuffs her mouth with flowers and rain,
demands her feet are bathed in warm water,
tells you she can see invisible fish dancing there.