Fetish
Carried in a black box, my sugar woman brought me perspective, and I saw people as guns— and I was the best that any had. I got out of my chest the orders to stop all dangerous persons going or coming. How I slept and was not sick I know not.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 23 March 1659/60.
Dave Bonta
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