Fragmentary

Deep red gorge with white river.
Her knee cut down to bone.

Black and white dairy cows.
Jigsaw pieces.

See-through slice of pig.
This veil.

Mottled shadows of leaves.
This is theatre.

She always kneed the glass door open,

until it was briery bloody edged.

 

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