The Daughter Channel by Daisy Lafarge

Poems 
What’s on the Daughter Channel,
old bad goose?
Violet aggro, incarnadine sulk
a recitation from the Book of Lack

Half-baked breadcrumb
narratives
toed just-so
in the floorboard crack

So no one knows about prehistoric pain
or the Sapphic sky – so what?

You’ll just have to let the berries be berries,
let them be eaten and shat

stop moping by branches with gluesticks
             only fools try to put
                            old berries
        back

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