Christine Burrows

A Queer Elegy

straight now, your John’s a man of his word your ex-girlfriend’s on hormones goes by Shaun, binds their breasts; wasn’t a stretch the bipolar came out of the blue at 32 heroin had bound like glue, swaddled shared shame but, …

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Swift Venom

clues blurred in the rush the gush of work selective myopia you sent cryptic texts left palm prints on the mirror a whiff of wrong hope’s bright palette out-coloured everything the red clot, dread spot couldn’t stop my daytrips to …

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