Rite
We lie still, she on me—effigies making a great whispering, satisfied and soon hushed. Vice-tested, we sup in the master bed.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 29 March 1660.
Dave Bonta
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We lie still, she on me—effigies making a great whispering, satisfied and soon hushed. Vice-tested, we sup in the master bed.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 29 March 1660.