Marina Hazard



Villanelle (coercion)

Sleep-eyed and fumbling at the sink at seven, recall the phoenix posing its weary injunction, no less glorious for fatigue: Get up, again, undone or ashen—just the repetition forms a radix. Lazarus too was smelly, pyjama-stank composter-chic, and surely felt …

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