Can you tell from the rabbits in the distance
And the cotton wind that holds the sun
That none of this is real?
Is there amid the wealth of memory
Ample evidence
That what has gone before
Moves from fiction
And none is real?
Do you not see why I've chosen a simulacrum
As the tender birch
And tender thigh
Lie elsewhere?
Lisa Frankenstein, Night Swim, There’s Something in the Barn
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For a while there I thought Zelda William’s LISA FRANKENSTEIN was right up
my eighties-loving alley but that dalley turned out to be a dead end and I
end...
9 hours ago
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