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FIELD OF MARS
by cassidy mcfadzean
I crawled out of the bramble
Berserker waking from a nightmare
Following my bumbling shadow
Rabid bozo plucking burrs from my hair
On sniffing the unscented candle in Zara Home...
White girls twirling ponytails at the Summer Garden
I sit in the back with the boys and vomit
My brain’s gyroscope gone kaput
On not visiting the grave of the unknown soldier
Time-travelled lilacs in my mother’s portico
My building smells like trash I’m ovulating
A bee in my bonnet in the crotch of the fig tree
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