• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 05
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Someone Else’s Stag

Beer in the swimming pool.
(Too little for diving,
Unless I wish to float
Upon my own red blood...)

It was a damn good night.
(Howling as a full moon
Gazed over Barnstaple...)
We had a damn good deal.

(It is like being born:
That cold, sharp nausea
When light follows darkness...)
I shall begin afresh.