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How to say this:
I am broken nerves and sandy laugh,
I am gravel underfoot and hot,
I am accidentally fatal and
very far from the sky
I am lightning glass and fragile
I am silk spoken and softening
I am unintentionally sober and
looking past the lens
I am undreamed of hoping
I am witness for the defence
I hope to confuse the audience
I hope there are stars tonight
I have tamed the feral hours and
drowned the evidence.
— Anu Lakhan
Published in Town issue 1, October 2009. Download the PDF broadside here.
See notes on contributors to this issue here.
