Cabbage Mind
O infinity of papers, give a piece of me to the surgeon, to soldiers, to the town where I seem a dull heavy man. I had a mind to some cabbage, I sent for some and had it. A strange thing how I am already in the book of rain and night.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 14 March 1659/60.
Dave Bonta
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