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November 22, 2007

This is my effort from the excellent Zoe Brigley seminar as it stands thus far:

The Grandson's Paintbrush

In the oil.

The Painted Lady folds open her face,

pulling her little body up

up the chimpanzee chest.

She is

stomached naked on

the child carpet.

The toy farm floods

with the let out wombstuffs.

A plastic Hereford gathers up

the fluid

in its chew holes.

I am painted in the act.

Kate will clutch

the jack russel pup

into herself.

On the back of the cardigan

the post-coital butterfly

rolls up its tongue

and drops it's wings.

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