Thursday, 20 December 2012



Our shape shapes us
our body holds us
to our word and worse.
It is what we cast, what we cut,
how drapes drape us, folds fall
that tells out like gutted entrails
of it all, the curse.
It is not the coin that sets its bank
but the coin that is settled and shut by the purse.

St-Lambert, circa 1982.

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