Surgery
This morning the carpenter made an end of my door, this morning the surgeon with a barrel of lemons went to the exchange and broke me where I had not been, so fresh was the night within me.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 18 July 1660. (This is, incidentally, my 200th erasure of Pepys.)
Dave Bonta
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