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This Lilly is a long-boned woman with legs like skewers and empty breasts lying on the furrows of ribs. Her smile comes from an old heart, strong beyond reason. She smiles at laughing visitors who kiss, kiss, kiss, planting babies in her lap and presents on the bed. She tells them that she’s had lunch, but the menu escapes her; food appears like magic - chicken is fish, porridge is soup and everything is beautiful.
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Accents arch and murmur through the carriage.
Hills, studded with pylons clamber
over us and craggy
into this lost Thursday.
dead people from my past and the child
conceived there on a living room carpet.
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In
Alive, before Guernika
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