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first
published in Eyewear, 2008;
in
pamphlet collection, Lunch at the Elephant & Castle,
2008,
Templar Poetry, Matlock
B Movie
You
have to be blonde
or
jet black, either way, sister
there’s
a lot of dyeing.
You
have to forget what you see,
remember
aliases,
but
don’t get smart.
You’ll
get used to the eyes
of
the rest of the mob,
they’ll
go no further.
You’ll
smoke at all hours:
first
thing in your silk camisole,
4
am in your fox fur.
You
spend days alone,
turning
his diamonds in your palm,
arranging
imaginary flights to Rio.
You
spend nights waiting,
ready
by the phone,
pistol
out of the bedside drawer.
You
know there’s a wife, Italian,
that
he’s got children
and
you won’t have any of your own.
You
know you’ll live
in
a series of apartments,
each
less elaborate than the last
Katrina Naomi
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"Wild
Persistence"
and
"The Way
the Crocodile
Taught Me",
Seren;
"Lunch
at the Elephant & Castle",
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