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Poetry

Cento

for Jonathan Dunk

So then the Librarian said:
‘the Piggy Bank is pi times ratshit squared’
and left the building seeking tundra.
Poor Heart-throb was so pleased
and watched through narrow windows
deeply-set as millions of moonbeam
parted the curtains.  I expect
we were all jealous.  Using up
our atoms and getting fucked
by handbags — just a provincial
adjective, descriptive of what
the very best eat for breakfast.
Working breakfast? Wanking breakfast!
But the coldness puzzled our brains:
how to put more heart into 70 x 7
and how to soften a beautiful
country having lobbed it tart
last Christmas when Craigo
loosed her dress and chattered
carelessly without knocking:
‘I am!  I am!   a hologram
made of spiders’ bones!’

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Claire Nashar lives in Buffalo, where she is a PhD student at the State University of New York. Her first book of poems, Lake, was published by Cordite Books.

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